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Sabrina over him.
Sabrina’s red mouth parted to say his name.
Sabrina’s long hair covering her nipples and hiding them from view.
Were they pink? Peach? Dusky tan? Or—
“As soon as what?” Reid asked, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees and his attention on Flynn.
Flynn snapped his head around to face Reid, who thankfully wasn’t wearing an I Know What You Did Last Summer smirk.
“Sorry. Where was I?”
“You said you figured you could take time off as soon as...”
As soon as I pull my head from my ass.Or, more accurately, Sabrina’s cleavage.
“May. I can take off in May.” What the hell was wrong with him? Maybe he was heading for a breakdown.
“May!” Sabrina yipped, her voice a high-pitched complaint rather than the soothing alto of his dream. “I’m not letting you wait until May. Hiatus starts now.”
Her stern exclamation glanced off him like a butterfly’s wing. He’d known her for a hundred years and had never wondered what color her nipples were. Did he notice she had boobs? Sure. Had he guessed what cup size she wore? Absolutely. Did he notice when other guys looked at her while she wore a bikini at the beach? You bet. But other than unwitting glimpses that were more male programming than intentional ogling, he’d never mentally stripped her down for his own pleasure.
She was his best friend. It’d never occurred to him to imagine the color of her nipples any more than he would imagine the color of Gage’s.
Flynn had no earthly clue how he’d made the leap from sharing Chinese food with her on Friday to waking Monday with morning wood from a dream where she was stark naked and moaning his name.
Unless she’d been right about his not dealing with the emotional toll the last year had taken. His entire life had been in upheaval when he’d been handed the company. He’d been acting president, but there was a safety net in place—his father. After Emmons had passed, Flynn was on his own. He’d lost his mother at fifteen, his brother to betrayal and his father right around the same time. He had no one, save the three people in this room.
He couldn’t let them down. Taking his mind and hands off the controls would have to come with some sort of reassurance—the reason for this meeting, or else Monarch Consulting would sink like the Titanic.
Flynn wiped his sweaty brow and attempted to regroup. Not a simple task since Sabrina spoke next, forcing him to look directly at her.
