“You don’t remember the words you spoke, do you?” Of course I remember the words. I hate myself for saying them.
“They were only words Aaron, and yes it felt good. But it was a heated moment between two consenting adults and when things feel good you say things you don’t realize you’re saying. It happens!”
“Yeah, because I always tell a girl I’m fucking that she’s been all I can think of for years. That I’ve dreamt of her and she is so much better than I’ve ever imagined. That she’s the best I’ve ever had.”
I swallow hard wishing he’d just go back to his prim and proper girl waiting across the bar.
“Those are all the things I tell someone that I’m only having sex with to scratch some itch.” He pushes off the bar. “Keep telling yourself those lies, Kendall.” He walks away and I pick up the first drink downing it.
It was just sex!
“Damnit!” I say, spinning around just in time to catch Aaron take Chelsea’s hand in his and lead her toward the exit. Just before he pushes it open he looks back like he feels me watching. We make eye contact and then he walks out, taking little miss perfect with him.
And I hate that I hate it!
CHAPTER THREE
Aaron
“What are you working on?”I glance over my shoulder just as Amanda sits down at her desk. I notice the way she has the top two buttons of her shirt open, and when she leans in, her shirt gapes a little.
“The financials for the Grandview project,” I say, looking back to the screen.
Amanda is a little flirtatious, she was during her interview and has been every day since. She isn’t shy about it, she likes the attention.
She is also about ten years older than me, has two kids from a failed marriage, and is waiting for her second divorce to be finalized. She is also very good at her job, which is why I ignore the lingering stares and the flaunting she does around the office. Truth is I’m not around enough, doing most of my work from my home office. When I’m not behind the desk wrapping up paperwork, I am on the job. I love getting my hands dirty andwill never be one of those company owners that isn’t out in the field with my guys.
I am and will always be hands on.
“Need any help?” she asks, leaning over and pulling off her heels. This only opens up the view of her tits as she lingers there a little longer than needed, rubbing her feet.
“I’ve got it handled,” I assure her, piling the papers and placing them into a file before closing my laptop. “Actually just finished up,” I lie. “I’ll be out over the next several days, so if anything comes up, text or call. I’ve got to follow up on a few projects, Dad is tied up at the convention in Houston.”
Thankfully he decided to go and leave me behind this year.
“I’m gonna head home and get some shut-eye before I go out to the site by five tomorrow.”
Amanda literally pouts. “Sure you don’t want to stick around? I just ordered takeout. I’m more than willing to share.”
I know what she’s hoping for, but I follow one rule when it comes to work. I never, and I do mean never, cross the line between professional and personal.
“You enjoy your dinner,” I tell her as I stand and grab my bag. “I’ve already got plans.” Which I don’t, nothing more than cold beer and cold pizza, while finishing up the last of my paperwork before going to bed.
I offer her a nod, and she watches me leave.
Making it to my truck I toss everything into the passenger seat and start the engine as my phone beeps.
Chelsea: I wanted to tell you that I had a really nice time the other night. Hope we can hang out again real soon.
It isn’t her, it’s me. I have no idea what in the hell I’m doing. Why I preferred a woman that wants nothing to do with me and would rather argue and tell me all the reasons why we aren’t a good fit, more than being with one that is interested.
It would be easy with Chelsea. Besides her pushy interfering mother that is.
There wouldn’t be a constant back and forth, there would be calm.
The problem is, I am not wired for calm.
I can’t sit still, I’ve never been able to.
