to a class to hit people wasn’t on myTime to get Living list.
Maybe it should have been.
13
ZACH
W hat the fuck was that? Seriously, what the fuck? She’s my employee. She’s frumpy, and so
fucking awkward.
So why am I hard as a fucking rock? The feel of her ass on my lap has etched itself into
my memory. And the smell of her hair…like sunshine and cherries.
I should not have crowded her.
And I really shouldn’t have let myself get that close. It’s those fucking lips. They drew me in. I
want to know what they taste like. I want to bite.
This is really fucking inconvenient. I don’t have time for this. For obsessing over her. For
obsessing over anyone. I don’t have the capacity to care for anyone else. I have to be there for Jonas
and for my family.
Slamming into my apartment, I jog to my closet and strip, pulling on a blue suit, the expensive
fabric nearly shimmering under the lights. I have to get out of here and find my footing. And I know
just how to do that. I tap out a quick text to my driver, then throw on a Rolex and push my feet into soft
Italian loafers.
This is the right move, I’m sure of it. I’ve let this woman turn my life upside down this week. I
haven’t been to the clubs at all. Come to think of it, it’s the longest stretch I’ve been away…maybe
ever. That’s why I’m feeling so off. Best thing to do is get back to what I do best, flirt and fuck.
My plan is solid on the elevator ride down to the lobby. I’m convinced it’s right on the drive to
one of the hot new clubs in town. But when we pull up in front, I can’t seem to make myself open the
door. It’s not a big deal. It’s just sex. I’ve done it a hundred times. Just go in, fish for something
sparkly, and take her home. It’s easy.
So why does the idea of going in there and touching any woman but the one occupying my thoughts
make me break out into a full-body sweat?
“Boss?” Luis asks, “Should we go somewhere else?”
Pulling my hand from the handle, I curl it into a fist and drop it into my lap. “Just drive for a bit,
Luis.”
