TRIPP
Greer was torturing me.
Fucking.
Torturing.
Me.
After the screenshot disaster a couple nights prior, I’d braced for residual anger or hurt from her, but there’d been none. She hadn’ttriedto leave, except to go to yoga at the crack of dawn.
But even then, she’d invited me along. I’d had to turn her down since, as badly as I wanted to see her stretching in her tight outfit, the reaction I would have wasn’t something that should happen in a public space.
Otherwise, though, she’d been content to hang at my house and move on like nothing happened.
I was happy with the first part, but not the last. I wanted to talk. I wanted to make my feelings clear. But I knew what would happen if I pushed before she was ready.
She didn’t want a relationship.
Yet.
But we would get there. I could be patient.
Unless she drove me out of my mind first.
I sat on a barstool at my kitchen island and watched as Greer used a three-hole punch on the thick stack of papers. Gripping the length. Stroking her hand down it to position it correctly. I never knew something like that could be attractive, but watching her work was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen.
My dick jerked in my pants.
I really am a pathetic fuck for her.
Greer glanced up before doing a double take. A small smile tilted her mouth as a blush spread across her cheeks. “Why’re you staring at me?”
“Payback.”
Her smile grew. “Fair enough.”
She went back to her task, making quick work of the rest of the pages before assembling them together in a binder. She hefted the book up.
My voice was thick when I offered, “I can think of a better way to spend the afternoon…”
She looked tempted before shaking her head. “I’m excited about this.”
How could I say no to that?
I gestured to the side. “Living room?”
“Can we drag the barstools into the empty room near the patio? I could use some natural light.”
I grabbed two chairs and followed her before moving to the living room to get my own papers. I returned in time to watch her lids drift closed as she slowly exhaled.
Making a mental note to equip the room with the most comfortable furniture I could find, I stayed standing. “Ready?”
Greer
“That’s it?”
“Yeah.”
