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“Yeah. It’s going to be health-focused, working with Wellington Hospital and looking at ways to use AI to help deliver better healthcare faster, and at a lower cost, as well as working on the IVF research.”
We approach the cottage again, and I open the sliding doors, let her walk past me, and follow her in.
“Thank you,” she says. “For sharing a bit about yourself. I thought maybe you didn’t like talking about your family.”
“I don’t mind at all. I just find that most people aren’t really interested and would much rather talk about themselves.”
“That’s true. Unless they’re interested in you.” She smiles. “I might have a read for twenty minutes before I start getting ready. I’ll just get my book.” She goes into the bedroom.
I stand there for a moment.Unless they’re interested in you.Her words send a frisson down my spine. I can still feel the touch of her lips on mine, and the feel of her soft body pressed against me. God, this is torture. I look at the sofa, picturing myself there tonight, looking up at the ceiling, thinking about her just a few steps away in the bedroom. It would be so easy to toss the covers aside, get up, walk in there, and sweep her up in my arms. I don’t think she’d resist me, either. But it’s because she wouldn’t resist that I need to be strong enough for both of us.
I give a silent groan and run both hands through my hair. Where’s your willpower, dude? Pull yourself together!
*
After a brief rest, we decide it’s time to start getting ready. We walk into the bedroom, and she retrieves her bag and goes into the bathroom.
“Can I shave while you put your makeup on?” I ask, leaning on the door jamb.
“Sure.” She doesn’t look up.
“Thanks.” I get my razor and can of shaving foam, take off my shirt, and join her at the big mirror.
As I run a sink full of hot water, she huffs a sigh.
“What’s the matter?” I ask.
“Nothing.” She glances at the tattoo on my back, scowls, then returns to touching up her makeup.
“I can’t shave with my shirt on,” I point out.
“Of course not,” she says sarcastically. “God forbid that I don’t get reminded about what I’m missing out on every twenty minutes.”
I chuckle and take the lid off the spray foam. “You don’t have to look.”
She purses her lips, and an impish glint appears in her eyes. She puts down her eyeliner. Then she crosses her hands, takes the hem of her top in her fingers, peels it up her body, and tosses it onto the floor.
“You don’t have to look,” she says tartly. Picking up her eyeliner, she leans forward to look in the mirror and resumes drawing a line along the top of her lid.
I blink at the sight of her beautiful breasts propped up in the lace demi-cups of a cream bra, and then a stream of foam erupts from the can right across the sink.
“Sorry,” I say, scooping it up with my fingers, “I got over-excited.”
“We can always cuddle,” she says, and giggles.
That makes me laugh, which makes her giggle again, and it takes a few minutes for us to stop setting each other off.
I finish shaving, wash the razor, then pat my skin dry with a towel, my gaze sliding over to her. She’s finished her eyeliner and foundation, and now she’s brushing the smoky-gray eyeshadow across her lids that gives her a sexy, sultry look.
I do my best not to look at her breasts, but it’s nigh-on impossible.
Her gaze meets mine in the mirror, and she raises an eyebrow, cheeky minx. I give her a wry look as I splash on some aftershave, then walk out and leave her to it.
Taking my clothes into the living room, I change into a white shirt and a navy suit, add a blue-and-silver tie, and some black Oxford shoes. Then I sit back and open up my laptop to check my emails while I wait for Heidi to finish.
Ten minutes before six, I hear footsteps and look up to see her approaching. She stops and glances down at herself. “Do I look okay?” she asks shyly. “I want to make a good impression.”
Closing my laptop, I put it to one side, then get to my feet. I let my gaze slide down her before returning it to her face. The black sheath dress clings to her slender figure, reaching to just above the knee. The top is covered with a layer of sheer black lace embroidered with big black roses that continues down her arms to her elbows. It’s elegant and sophisticated, and also incredibly sexy, mainly because I’m pretty sure from the shape and movement of her breasts that she’s not wearing a bra.
