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“I insist. Or I’ll stay and do my job.”
“Very well,” Jack conceded. “Lead on.”
Twenty minutes later, Stacy was in her room, changing into a pair of pajama bottoms and a baggy shirt. It wasn’t the most romantic or professional outfit in the world, but it would warm her up while they waited for Jack’s suit to dry. He’d insisted that so long as they kept the temperature on low, his pants would not be ruined by being in the dryer.
Reluctantly, she’d followed his instructions. Now she just had to brave leaving her room in the light blue pants and oversized shirt. Fortunately she’d gotten into the habit of buying men’s jogging pants to wear around the house. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have had anything for Jack to wear, other than a towel. And she doubted she’d be able to concentrate with him walking around in just a towel and his underwear. If he even wore underwear.
“Are you coming out?” He asked through the door.
“Do I have to?”
“I don’t like dictating notes through the door. I prefer to be able to look at whomever I speak to.”
“Fine,” she pouted. Opening the door, she paused. “Don’t laugh.”
“I won’t,” he responded, though she could already hear the laughter in his voice. When the door was open, she did her best runway model impression. She stopped when she saw him, bare-chested standing in her hallway. He had on the sweat pants and his socks, and nothing else. He looked good enough for her to eat.
“And you thought I was going to laugh. Though, I think I’d actually prefer to see your pajama top to a shirt that is swallowing you whole.”
“I didn’t think—that is—I have...” Her hand rose to her chest. She was littered with marks from her sex-capades with Demetri the previous week. And while most of them had faded, there were still several that would linger for a few more days.
“I’m sure you do. But, if you don’t mind, I’d rather see you wearing something that fits. Whether it’s a gown or a pajama top or just a shirt you threw on. Will you change for me?”
“Fine. I’ll be back in a minute.” Returning to her room she took a deep breath. Returning to her dresser she pulled out the teddy bear top that went with the bottoms. It had a large brown teddy bear covering most of the camisole style top. There was a large blue bow around his neck that matched the blue from her pants. It only took her a few minutes to switch her clothes, and she felt incredibly exposed.
It didn’t feel right to be writing down notes with a man as incredibly sexy as Jack while showing off the marks her lover made on her. Especially when she wanted to drool on her guest, to attack him and see if he was as yummy out of those pants as he looked with them on.
Opening the door once again, she fought the urge to cover herself. She wasn’t sure which she wanted covered more, the darkest hickey or the bite on her shoulder. And why was she so obsessed with that damn bite mark anyway? It’s not like it was the only place Demetri had bitten her. Though it was the only spot on her body that bore any sign she’d been bitten.
“Much better,” Jack smiled. Stacy could feel herself blush with embarrassment. “Why are you so red, Cara? There is nothing to be ashamed of. Trust me, I’d be more than a little curious if you didn’t have any marks on you. They do not bother me.”
“I—It’s been so long since I’ve been,” she cleared her throat, “marked like this. I’m not sure how I feel having them be seen by my boss.”
“But I’m not really your boss, am I? I’d certainly like to think we passed beyond the coworker stage tonight. Especially after you kissed me. Why did you kiss me?”
She’d hoped he wouldn’t ask that. “I—uh, that is I—um...Can I plead the fifth?”
“We’re not in court.”
Nodding, she still avoided the question. “Can I offer you anything to eat, to drink?”
He chuckled. “As wonderful as that sounds, I don’t think you have what I need here.”
Her blush, far from gone, darkened. “I—I don’t mind if you want—that is if you’d like to—”
“That is a very generous offer, but I do not expect it.”
“I don’t mind. Honest.”
“And you are not afraid?”
“A little,” she told him truthfully. “But I’ve had a really nice time talking to you. I know I’m going to do this sooner or later. Is it horrible of me to want to get it over with? I mean, I could be wrong, but I don’t think you’d try to hurt me.”
“I would not.” He stepped closer and caressed her cheek.
“Then I guess the question is, do you mind.”
“Is there anything you’d like to know before I...start?”
