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Besides, it would probably be an awful idea to get involved with my boss’s sister—no matter how attractive she is.
And believe me, she’s gorgeous. From her wild hair to big blue eyes, and even without a scrap of makeup, she still lights up a room.
And her body? Good lord. The woman is tall and thick in all the right places. I tried not to notice the other day when she was half-naked, but even now, when she has clothes on, I’m able to see how banging her body is.
Jenna Mitchell is a tall drink of water. And holy fuck, I’m thirsty.
Chapter Fifteen
Jenna
Shane and I have a nice lasagna meal and get to know each other all over again. Although we weren’t super close in high school, I remember him being a sweetheart, and that doesn’t seem to have changed at all. He’s still fun and super easy to talk to.
And he’s given me more reasons to smile than I’ve had in a long time.
Plus, I can’t help but notice how hot he is. I mean, I’m not blind. But I’m guessing the girl hobbling around in her colossal cast isn’t exactly spank-bank material.
Although I did manage to shower today without hurting myself, I’m still not looking sexy or anything. Wearing my hair down is about as much effort as I give these days.
It’s really lovely having Shane around, and it’s just not just because I’ve been lonely as fuck. Sure, that’s sucked, but I could’ve asked a lot of different people to come over and spend time with me. Hell, my family has enough people to form a small colony. But I didn’t.
I asked Shane.
He’s slowly working his way into my cold, black heart, which is no easy feat. I’ve always been told that I’m hard to get close to in every relationship I've ever been in. Maybe that’s true because although I’ve seen love work out for the best, I’ve also seen it take its toll. My parents are perfect proof that love stories don’t always have happy endings.
After Shane and I get done eating, he helps me clear the table. It doesn’t take long since I just used paper plates.
When we move back to the couch, we get comfortable before he says, “So, I have to ask. I know right now, you are sort of stuck here, but what’s the big plan when you get your cast off?”
“Shane, your guess is as good as mine. I don’t have a fucking clue.” I take a sip of my water before continuing, “I’m a person who has always had a plan.Oneplan. Now that the plan is derailed, I don’t know what to do with myself.”
When I finally look up at him, I see his eyes looking directly into mine. Eye contact typically makes me a bit uncomfortable, but for some reason, with Shane, I want to swim in those dark blue pools of his. They’re full of mystery yet make me feel safe at the same time.
My mind starts flashing with images of how intense his gaze must be when he’s in the throes of passion. I wonder how he would stare at a woman while sliding in and out of her.
Only I’m not just picturing him doing it toa woman;I’m picturing him doing it to me.
Maybe it’s the fact that Shane is sexy as hell. Or maybe it’s that my vagina is beginning to gather dust. But the idea is becoming more and more intriguing.
And it sounds even more so when he sets his hand on my thigh.
I’m pretty sure he says, “No matter what, I’m sure you’ll land on your feet.” But I can’t be sure because my mind is solely focused on his hand.
He removes it pretty quickly, but I swear my skin still burns as though it’s there—a scorching handprint setting my skin on fire in the best way imaginable. I yearn to have that hand back on me. Somewhere. Anywhere.
Before I let my mind, or my body, go any further, though, a thought pops into my mind. Without thinking, I blurt, “So, how’d your date go the other day?”
Now, he probably thinks you’re a weirdo.
He lets out a small laugh that’s barely audible before saying, “Not great. I mean, it was okay, but we decided not to see each other again. There just weren’t any fireworks.”
Relief washes over me at the fact that he is unattached, and I wonder if those fireworks he speaks of would come to life if I kissed him.
My eyes roam over him. He’s wearing a plain white t-shirt that clings to his bulky chest and a pair of jeans that hug his ass. He finishes the simple look with a gray baseball cap and a pair of boots.
I try to convince myself why hooking up with this man would be a bad idea. He works with my brother, so if it went south, things might get weird. And the fact that our town is about as small as a thimble makes things even more complicated.
But my sex drive tells me that none of those concerns are important. It just wants satisfaction.
