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It had to be around four when she finally stopped shifting around so much. Almost as soon as she stilled, she started breathing heavy. “Mmm,” she breathed. “Mmm.”
I went deadly still. She let out a long, satisfied sounding sigh, then started breathing harder. I desperately wished for a window into whatever she was dreaming about. Except I had a feeling seeing it would only drive me to an unjustified jealous rage or plant very unhelpful ideas in my head.
I squeezed my eyes shut and rolled to the side, careful not to snap off my erection in the process.
Absolutely ridiculous.
I silently swore to myself that I would never again hire someone I found so attractive. It didn’t matter if they were the most qualified, impressive candidate I’d ever met. It was simply too distracting. Too dangerous.
I drifted to sleep moments before my alarm rang.
Jules reacted to the blaring sound like she’d been splashed with cold water. She slung the blankets off and rushed across the room to God only knew where. But I was laying right between where she was and where she was going.
In a painful blur, her foot caught me in the side, and she went tumbling down to land right on top of me. She was only wearing thin night clothes and I’d kicked off my blankets from the heat I turned on to help warm her up.
I was completely awake the moment her small body pressed down against mine. We were face to face, her hair dangling down to tickle my ears on either side.
“Um,” she said. “Why are you in my room, Mr. White?”
“It’s my room. And I should be asking why you keep finding ways to inappropriately touch me.”
She ran her tongue over her teeth, grinning slightly. Her eyes slid down toward where our hips were pressed together. “Please don’t fire me for saying this, but either you live your whole life aggressively erect, or you’re enjoying it.”
I carefully took her by the shoulders and moved her off of me. “I’m not about to talk about erectile habits with an employee.”
She got to her knees, and I couldn’t stop from noticing her nipples were hard and pressing through the fabric of her shirt. She looked fantastic, even with her hair all messy and fresh out of bed. “I have a strict rule. I respect the privacy of anything that doesn’t try to press itself between my legs first thing in the morning.”
I let out a groan. This fucking woman. She really wasn’t going to drop it, was she? “I don’t sleep with my employees. That’s the only thing either of us need to know.”
She chewed her lip. It looked like she was thinking of saying something, but she got to her feet and crossed her arms, covering her chest. “You may want to tell that to your not-so-little friend, then.”
She grabbed her phone and headed for my door.
“Miss Adams,” I said, sitting up. “Breakfast in thirty. Meet me in the lobby. I’ll brief you for today while we eat.”
She looked like she was considering cold-blooded murder for an instant, then she forced a smile. “Yes, Mr. White.”
Once the door closed, I collapsed back into my pillow. I honestly had no idea how long I could keep this up. I was even beginning to wonder if it’d be better for us both to just sleep together once and get it out of our systems. Maybe we could agree to be adults about it and get back to work after.
I ran my hands through my hair and groaned in frustration. I couldn’t believe I’d been foolish enough to hire her when I knew damn well what I wanted to do. At this point, it was going to be a victory if made it back to North Carolina without fucking my personal assistant.
13
Jules
I took the world’s fastest shower and only had time to put on the bare minimum amount of makeup. When I met Mr. White in the lobby, my hair was still wet and I felt far from ready for the long day he was promising. I was banking on being able to rush to my room and change into business clothes and out of the leggings and t-shirt I was currently rocking, too.
Somehow, Mr. White had cleaned up to look just as impeccable as always. Less than half an hour ago, he’d been wearing a simple white shirt and thin boxers, and now he looked like he was getting ready for a photo shoot. It didn’t even seem possible, but there he was, clad in a freshly pressed suit that fit him more snugly than sin.
“Mr. White,” I said as coldly as I could. I was still annoyed with him. I wasn’t even sure why exactly. Except maybe that I’d never even had a fraction of this kind of sexual tension in my entire life with anyone. Meanwhile, the only thing he could say to acknowledge it was that he doesn’t sleep with his employees. He’d managed to assume I was suggesting we do something about the sizzling temptation between us and shut it down in one emotionless statement. Bastard.
