Fuck me.
I let out a loud growl and roll out of bed, then I'm striding into the kitchen and yanking a candy bar out of the cabinet.
Common sense and adulthood be damned, this is a candy-for-breakfast day.
This…it's bad. God, the sex was good, but I can't just go crawling back to him every time I want to come. This isn'tsustainable.It isn't reasonable. If I went back now, his daughterwould catch me, and his dog rat snake thing hates me, and he's my supervisor and I should be ashamed…
…but the sex.
The sex was so good.
And…I like him?
A knock sounds at the door and I snap my head toward it, half-hoping it's him, knowing it won't be. I try to ignore it, but the knock comes again, so I stalk toward the door and look through the peephole.
Riley and Thalara.
Why the…
…oh shit. Oh shit, we were supposed to get brunch at this tucked away little Jotunbei meadery today.
And I am still not wearing pants.
I race to my room and snatch up a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, tugging them on in a hurry. I'm still frazzled as all hell when I get to the door, flinging it open.
Riley and Thalara look like I just caught them in the middle of something.
I am…way too stressed out to even ask.
“Hey,” I say. “Sorry, I was just…uh, having breakfast.”
Thalara's eyes slide to the right, where my open candy bar is discarded on my desk.
“Candy-for-breakfast day?” she asks.
Riley’s eyes narrow. “Shit. You okay, dude?”
This is the problem with people who know you well: they don’t buy your bullshit, and they don’t let you change the subject.
“Yeah,” I say finally, stepping aside to let them in. “I’m peachy. Come in before the whole village decides to hold a tribunal about my breakfast choices.”
Riley snorts and ducks past me, immediately clocking the oversized button-up drapes over my office chair. Thalara sees ittoo, and I'm certain she knows exactly who it belongs to when her golden eyes go wide.
“Lyn,” she breathes. “Youdidn't.”
I sigh and reach out to twist a curl around my fingers. “Whatever do you mean?”
Her hands fly up to cover her mouth. “You slept with him?!”
Riley perks up. “Slept with who?”
I roll my eyes toward him. “You're gonna hate it.”
I can see the mental arithmetic behind his eyes, which narrow and then widen even bigger than Thalara's.
“Rhyss?” he hisses. “Asshole-in-chief…Doctor Dipshit. Him?!”
“The one and only,” I sigh.
