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Her eyes are glued to mine just as much as mine are to hers.
I know she feels this too. She was up in her head yesterday morning when she left my hotel suite. Anxious about something. I let her go without a fight because I could tell that was what she needed me to do, but I meant every word when I told her I don’t give up when I want something.
Her scent fills me as I walk past her, instantly reminding me of our night together.
Of hanging off every word she uttered.
Of touching her.
Of kissing her.
Of being inside her.
I may have entered Jill’s office with a million thoughts in my head, but I’m leaving with only one: I want more time with Charlize, and I fully intend on making that happen.
If there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that she wants the same thing even though she couldn’t stop telling me she doesn’t date. She kept my hotel key card after all. A woman doesn’t keep something if it doesn’t have any meaning to her.
6
Charlize
Naked swimming with Owen.
That’s what I’m thinking about right now.
In between counting the items on Jill’s desk.
I’m also thinking I need to find some brown contact lenses for him. If I’m going to spend two days working for his ex-wife in the same building he works, the chances are high we’re going to run into each other again. I need those blue eyes of his to be brown so I can think of muddy water that’s not fit for any kind of swimming.
Also, I have a mind to reach out and quickly do up those top two buttons of his shirt as he walks past me. I know what’s under that shirt and even just that little hint of skin is enough to force my thighs together.
Good God, how do I get myself into these situations?
I’ve been searching for work since I returned home, and because there’s a shortage of assistant work in New York I signed up with an employment agency at my mother’s suggestion. I will never take a suggestion from her again.
I’m just over here trying not to get attached to my attraction to Owen, and there’s the Universe over there doing everything in its power to force him on me.
I’ve barely stopped thinking about him since I scurried out of his hotel suite yesterday morning. I learned so many things I like about him. We talked a lot in between all the sex we had, sharing things no one knows about us, sharing some of our dreams in life, and sharing funny stories about our teen years.
Among other things, I know that Owen lost his virginity at sixteen; that the most embarrassing moment in his teen years was when he was fourteen and got an erection while standing in front of his class (directly in front of his crush) giving a speech; that he’s inspired by athletes who push themselves further than they ever imagined they could; and that he doesn’t like Nutella. I gave him a little hell over the Nutella thing. I mean, who doesn’t like Nutella?
He learned that I lost my virginity at nineteen; that my first time was a horrific night of calamity after calamity and that I’m still not sure to this day why the guy I was with even bothered to keep pursuing me (Owen seemed quite sure he understood why, but since I’m still mortified by that experience, I didn’t get into that with him); that I’m inspired by people who go their own way; and that I don’t like carrots or green beans. He gave me some hell over that. He told me that for a person who loves food, I’m not well rounded. I shut him up when I mentioned how much I prefer sucking dick to eating a carrot. He seemed quite okay with my dismissal of certain vegetables at that point.
And now, here we are.
Him looking at me like he wants to eat me.
And me trying hard not to think about just how well he does that, and just how much I really do want him to do that again even though I’m busy telling myself I don’t.
Spoiler alert: I’m failing epically.
“Charlize,” Jill says as Owen strides away from her office. “I’ve set you up with an email and sent through the tasks I need you to work through today. I’ve also included a list for tomorrow, but that may change, depending on the meeting I’m about to have with Owen.”
The way she says his name tells me a lot about her current relationship with him. As did the way they conversed while I was in the office with them. And let’s just say, I’m not sensing any good vibes here.
When I first arrived at Jill’s office this morning, she seemed lovely. The only thing I knew about her is that she’s the COO of North Management. The minute I laid eyes on Owen and heard them arguing, I put two and two together from his brief mention of his ex-wife’s name the other night and guessed who she is. The rest of their conversation left me quite sure of who she is. It surprised me that they still work together, especially since she doesn’t seem happy with him. She might have been lovely to me, but she was far from lovely to Owen. However, I’m not one to form an opinion based on how a person interacts with an ex. God knows, I probably don’t come across as lovely when I speak to any of my exes.
After Jill gives me the email login, we spend ten minutes discussing the tasks on her lists. She supplies me with most of the information I need to complete them, promising to email through any other information I’ll require.
