Shehadn’t done that. Oh no, she’d slammed the door in my face instead.
And I’d simply stood there, grinning at the piece of wood separating us like a damn fool.
A groan worked its way up my throat as I glared at my raging hard-on. No fucking way I was taking care of it after the dream I’d had. It’d be weird and...wrong, wouldn’t it?
I was her boss. And hopefully, after the previous night, her pretend boyfriend.
Pretendbeing the operative word.
Another curse rolled off my tongue. Then another and another. Pity all the swearing didn’t do shit to ease the ache between my legs. So, I opted for a long, cold shower.
Which had done wonders for my hard situation but hadn’t done a damn thing about the thoughts and images inside my head.
By the time I strode into the office later that morning, I’d needed a reprieve and ten cold showers.
I wouldn’t get either.
Kate was already at her desk, fingers flying over the keyboard. Her hair was straight and pulled into a ponytail again.
“Have you ever considered wearing your hair down more often?”
Instead of a hello or good morning, those were the damn words that tumbled out of my mouth.
Her head snapped up, those hazel eyes almost knocking me on my ass. “What?”
“Nothing.” I jerked my head toward my door. “Can I see you for a minute?”
I didn’t wait for her response, simply headed inside knowing she wouldn’t be far behind. Shrugging out of my jacket, I hung it behind the door. Like a few days ago, she didn’t sit.
She stood next to my desk, smoothing her palms down the front of her dress. This one was dark blue with short sleeves and buttons going all the way to the hem at her knees.
It was a plain dress, one she’d probably worn to the office a million times before, and yet, my deprived mind provided me with a vivid image of my fingers sliding over those buttons, popping them free one by one until I could unwrap her like a present.
Shit. That was the last thing I needed to think about. Especially after that damn dream.
With a quick intake of breath, I demanded my hormones to settle the fuck down. I couldn’t convince her to play pretend with me while I stood in front of her with an erection.
“So?” I drawled, slowly approaching her. “Last night went well?”
I wasn’t prepared for the smile she gave me. Not even a little. My heart jackhammered inside my chest, tapping against the bones with a ferociousness I’d never experienced before. If I hadn’t known any better, I would’ve sworn I was having a freaking heart attack.
Splaying my fingers over the spot, I forced my attention to her moving mouth.
“...better than expected. Millie really likes you. I’m sure the plushie helped, but I think it’s his name that sealed the deal for me.”
I quirked a brow. “His name?”
“Yeah. After you left, she noticed a tag at the bottom of the toy.” That heart stopping smile grew wider. “His name is Mochi.”
“I’m not following.”
“Well...”
Her palms skimmed along the side of her hips, and I was back in dreamland. My hands replaced hers, fingers digging into her skin while she moved over me.
Fuck.
This was bad.
