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I walked in, nodding. I couldn't shake the horrid feeling in the pit of my stomach from the stares I'd gotten. Living in the shadows meant I wouldn't draw attention to myself, which was the opposite of what had happened tonight. Everyone had seen me. They'd seen the humiliation and probably laughed under their breaths.
Aaron closed the door behind him, walking to his desk. "Ignore Jade. She's always been vindictive, especially when she feels threatened."
"I don't understand. Why would she—What are you doing?"
He'd removed his dress shirt, and his torso was completely bare. And I swear to God, my knees buckled. Either Aaron had no idea how attractive he was, or he did and was purposely trying to kill me with sexiness.
My money was on the latter.
He stretched out the arm, holding his shirt. "Here."
I blinked, feeling heat creeping up my neck. "I can’t. It wouldn't be appropriate. You're practically naked."
He gave me a grin. "Want to see me fully naked? I could make that happen."
"I'm serious, Aaron. I'm sure if I wait for like an hour, it'll dry."
Anything to make him cover up those panty-dropping abs, for goodness' sake. I had to tear my gaze away from his body just to stop myself from shamelessly ogling him. He was so built, so big. Compared to him, I felt like an ant.
"And then what? You'll walk around with a big red blotch on your shirt? Don't be ridiculous."
That ridiculousness was the only thing keeping me from reaching out and running my hand down his beautiful skin.
With a sigh, I took the shirt. "Thanks."
Carefully avoiding his gaze, my fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt that trailed from my neck to my waist. When I was done with the buttons, I removed the shirt. At that exact moment, I realized that I'd been in such a hurry to attend the stupid event that I had completely forgotten to wear a camisole. Which meant that my bra was the only piece of fabric covering my chest area.
Shit.
I made to cover my breasts with my hands, but Aaron was quicker than me, his hands holding mine to my sides.
"Don't."
"Aaron," I whispered. He was so close to me that even the air conditioning in his office was not enough to quell the heat that passed between us. "This is inappropriate."
Not to mention that his office was encased entirely in glass, and anyone passing by could see us. Which shouldn't have been the problem…the problem was that he wasn't supposed to be touching me. No one was. So why the fuck was I letting him?
"Everyone's still at the party,” he said quietly, “and I won't do anything you don't want me to do."
His eyes were glued to my chest. Or rather, my breasts. My too-big breasts had always attracted unwanted attention. It was one of the reasons I wore baggy clothes.
One of his hands left mine, a finger trailing up my arm to my stomach before touching the edge of my bra. I sucked in a breath when the finger touched my left nipple through my black lace bra, if that could even be categorized as a touch. It was like a feather, so light, almost imperceptible.
"I've never seen such a beautiful complexion," he murmured, the sound doing nasty things to my core. I clenched and unclenched until my clit throbbed and my panties were soaked.
"Or such beautiful tits,” he added.
This time, his finger flicked the sensitive bud, the harsh material of the lace almost bruising my nipple. I gasped as the shot of pleasure went straight to my aching core.
"So responsive," he murmured, approval evident in his voice. Then, suddenly, he was leaning against his desk, one foot crossed over the other, a smirk on his lips.
What the hell just happened? Even though Aaron had put some distance between us, my body was vibrating, and the heat didn't dissipate.
Shit. I'd given him the impression that I liked it. I had, but that wasn't the point.
As if the hounds of hell were at my heels, I threw on the shirt he gave me, fixing the buttons in an impressive amount of time. Underneath the shimmering surface of pleasure was a pang of guilt. While AaRogue and I were not exclusive, he was still someone I liked, and I didn't think being here, with Aaron, was fair to him.
I looked up then, about to tell Aaron that something like this couldn’t happen again but he was pulling on another shirt and buttoning it.
