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I hadn’t meant to spy on him like that. I’d let myself in with the intent to sneak up and scare the crap out of him. And yes, when I noticed he was typing like a demon, I saw my chance, and I took it. But as my eyes caught on the words on the screen, that was it, I was done for. I couldn’t look away as more and more words appeared, and they. Were. Hot.
He was clearly the hero of the story, seeing as the heroine moanedhisname.Why did I find that so sexy?
I can see the whole thing in my mind, however it’s not some mystery woman lying on the bedding beneath him, ass in the air, it’s me… And god, do I want it. I’ve wanted it for years.
But I can’t.
My throat aches as emotions I thought I’d buried build inside me, a tear slipping passed my iron clad will to hold them back. I haven’t felt this alone in so long.
Throwing back the covers, I reach for the robe on the wingback chair beside my bed and slip my arms inside. I hate feeling sorry for myself, so I stride to my shoe closet, flicking on the lights as I enter. I flop down on the ottoman in the center of the room, admiring my collection. My pretties shine and sparkle all around me, and I smile.
* * *
Faint strainsof the melody to Whiskey Myers Stone penetrate my subconscious and my eyes pop open as I pitch upright. My arms flail in the air as my body slips to the side and I shriek before hitting the ground.
Flat on my back, I stare at the ceiling of my shoe closet. My gaze flicks from left, to right, as I try to figure out how I got in here. And then I remember... Damn Val and the saucy things I read over his shoulder. It’s his fault I haven’t been able to sleep the last couple of nights. His deliciously erotic words getting me all hot and bothered when I should be clocking a solid ten hours of shut eye.
My shoes always cheer me up when I’m feeling melancholy. However, I didn’t plan on falling asleep on the ottoman last night. And Idefinitelydidn’t plan on having the hottest dream of my life either.
The chorus of Stone fills my ears, I sigh, then roll to my feet and trudge into my room to turn off my alarm before hitting the shower.
I’m beginning to second guess my plan to hack Val’s laptop this weekend. If I find more of his super smut, I’ll be ruined for any other man. But if I don’t… I’ll never stop wondering what he was trying so hard to hide.
* * *
When I arriveat the office I feel like a zombie. I head straight for the breakroom and the box of glazed doughnuts in the middle of the table.
I’m halfway through my second when Ariel drops down on the couch beside me. I twist my head to look at her as I take another bite.
“You doin’ okay?” she asks.
“Fine,” I reply through a mouthful of sugary heaven.
Ariel cringes. “Two things. That’s disgusting, and you are not fine. What’s going on?”
“She’s just realized she’s in love with our honorary brother,” Snow announces from the doorway.
Not true, I’ve always has a bit of a thing for Val, so the term brother makes me cringe. I lift my free hand to flip her off as I take another bite of my pastry. Giving Ariel my full attention, I ask, “What makes you think something’s wrong?”
Her green eyes flit between Snow and I a couple of times before she says, “Your outfit is completely monotone, no color at all.” She picks at the sleeve of my sheer slate-grey chiffon blouse. Then points down. “And what is on your feet? Are those,flats? I didn’t even know you owned flats.”
I shrug. “They’re comfortable.”
Her wide-eyed gaze flicks up to Snow. “911 responds to psychotic breaks, right?”
Snow chuckles. “She is taking all this harder than I expected. But I’d hold off on sending her to the loony bin just yet.”
“Who’s going to the loony bin?” Meg’s voice comes from behind Snow a second before she pushes passed her to enter the room. I feel her gaze rake over me. “What the hell happened to her?”
I scoff. “Nothinghappenedto me. I’m just tired, I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ll be fine.”
Meg arches a brow, Snow smirks, and Ariel narrows her eyes and murmurs beneath her breath, “She’s wearing flats…”
Pushing up to my feet, I meet each of their gazes one at a time. “I’m fine. And they’re not flats, they’re kitten heels.”
Ariel’s face screws up in confusion then she leans to the side, staring at my shoes. “Since when do you wear anything with less than three inches?”
Done with the conversation, I shove the last bite of my doughnut in my mouth then get the hell away from my far too observant sisters. I was too drained to put any effort into my wardrobe this morning. Which is really saying something.
