I’ll have meetings with her.
I’ll see her at functions and parties and get-togethers and game nights. Our houses are a mile and a half from each other, running along the same river’s edge.
She is about to become very accessible.
And I find her utterly fucking addictive.
She is irresistible, somehow flipping every single switch I have, including the ones I hide. Today proves how susceptible I am to her.
Which makes her dangerous and punctuates why I need to stay away.
My hope is now that I’ve fucked around with her for a couple of hours and come multiple times, I’ll get control of the situation.
But I have my doubts.
Glancing at her standing there, propped up against her car completely ravished, makes losing my mind more understandable.
Since I ripped the buttons clear off her white silk blouse, she’s tied the fabric between her tits, showing off an expanse of flat stomach before the tight slate-gray skirt that hugs her hips starts. Her legs are long in stiletto heels. Her hair is a wild mess, spilling over her shoulders and down her back.
She is so fucking hot, I can’t help staring at her in a kind of stunned awe. I have no idea how I’m going to get work done ever again.
To fill the silence and get us moving in the right direction, I jut my chin at her. “What’s your mom going to say about how you look?”
She shrugs, waving a hand through the air. “They go to bed at nine thirty. They’ll be none the wiser.”
“I suppose that’s something.” I lean against my SUV, crossing my arms. “All things considered, I should probably know how old you are.”
“Thirty-two.” She angles even more against the car, cocking her hip. “What about you?”
“Thirty-six.” I let my gaze travel all over her and do my best to lighten the mood. “Have you had enough orgasms to concentrate on Saturday?”
She swipes her hair over one shoulder, exposing the curve of her neck. “It wasn’t that many.”
My teeth marks are visible on her skin, and it gives me a type of primal satisfaction I thought I was immune to. “So, no?”
“It was an itch to be scratched. Don’t get too pleased with yourself.”
It’s exactly what I want to believe. That this madness is a tension release that needed to be taken care of so we can move on.
It’s closure. That’s all.
My gut doesn’t buy it.
Nothing with this woman is that easy.
But if she wants to play it cool, I can do that. “I assume you haven’t moved from your position of not explaining your actions to anyone.”
She shifts on her heels. “Since I don’t have a plausible explanation, I think that’s for the best.”
“Okay. I’ll play along.”
“Great.” Her jaw sets as she crosses her arms. “So the plan for Saturday still stands.”
“Works for me.” I keep my tone mild.
She narrows her eyes. “What are you up to?”
“Nothing. I’m agreeing with you.”
