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I was just worried as soon as I got too close, the ground would give way, and I’d be the only one crashing into doom.
“Fucking, fuck,” I groaned, forcing myself to look away.
The splashing slowed, but I kept my eyes glued to the toes of my shoes.
“You’re home early,” she said as if she wasn’t half-naked.
Don’t look up. Don’t look up.
I looked up.
Just in time to watch her strut out of the water like some kind of wet dream every man fantasized about. Rivulets of water cascaded over her supple flesh until it slowed to droplets clinging to the small curves just like I wanted to. Unbidden, my mind flashed an image of my hands gripping her hips, digging into the soft, pale skin, as I hunched low and traced the drops of water from her pussy back up to her nipples.
“You need to start wearing a swimsuit,” I growled.
She giggled—fucking giggled.
“Why? Does it bother you?”
Watching this woman around my house all week, sending me into turmoil because I couldn’t stop fantasizing about her despite how fucking wrong I knew it was, had me on edge. I saw her challenging stare for what it was. As much as I tried to hide it, she knew I was tempted.
But I was the adult. I was the experienced one. I knew better.
So, trying to reclaim the position of power, I reverted to the cold businessman that drew Alec’s attention in the first place.
I forced myself to look her up and down without taking in any details—or tried to. Still, I managed to absorb too much, so much more than the glimpse I got in the darkness of night last week. My saving grace was that she wore underwear.
Although, maybe seeing her pussy would help me to stop thinking about it.
No. I would not react.
“No,” I answered, bringing my eyes back to hers, pulling down every guard to leave them blank. “But this is my home, and if a guest comes over, I’d like to know they won’t get a full show of your small tits.”
Her eyes flared, dropping their guard of confidence, looking like the young woman struggling to navigate her way into adulthood. Now she looked innocent—and hurt.
Damnit.
I almost take the words back when her jaw hardens, and she juts her chin high with her shoulders back. The confidence came roaring back as she walked past me with a glare for her robe. Without even looking back, she entered my home through the glass door.
I’d been dismissed.
I just couldn’t tell if I was happy about it or wanted to challenge it.
Following her inside, I knew one thing: I was thoroughly fucked.
“So, what are you doing home so early?” she asked.
I watched her move around the kitchen with ease, her white robe flowing around her sexy legs like a queen’s cape.
Focus, Corbin.
“I’m going with you today.”
On her toes, reaching inside a cabinet, she froze. Only for a moment before snapping back into action, grabbing the peanut butter and bringing it to the island. “I don’t need you,” she stated.
“I’m sure you don’t, but I’m still going.”
She stared down to where she was slicing an apple, but I caught the way her lips pursed. It wasn’t until she cut the last slice that she set the knife aside and finally met my stare. “Fine.”
Just as quickly, she looked away, whirling around to grab a paper plate and another jar of peanut butter—the one with honey. My favorite. She dug a large scoop and plopped it on the white dish, and split the apples in half, sliding the plate across the island to me.
It was just apples, yet she might as well have handed me my most prized possession.
When was the last time someone had done such a mundane task for me without me paying them or asking for it? Other than this week, I couldn’t recall. I hadn’t even known it was missing until Rose showed up and did them all the time. She woke up before me and made sure to leave an extra coffee mug out—the biggest because I liked extra coffee. She scooped the green beans off my plate when we had food delivered because she knew I hated them. Then she gave me half her potatoes because she knew they were my favorite.
In just a week, Rose ingratiated herself into my life, sliding in through a back door I hadn’t even known was open. It baffled me how quickly she picked up on so many details, leaving me vulnerable in my shock to let another emotion creep in each time—happiness.
Everyone wanted to be seen, even the coldest of people, and Rose saw me.
Not only did she see me, but she gave subtle hints that she wanted my approval. Even now, she didn’t start eating her apple, instead glancing my way as if waiting to see if I liked it. Her eagerness to please—to learn—only added to the problems brewing because it left me craving to teach her.
