“Love you more.”
Only Drew would know exactly the predicament I’m in—brain versus hormones.
Isn’t the brain controlled by hormones?
I’m in trouble.
A glance at the clock tells me I have about an hour before I have to pick up Lillie. Walking down the stairs, I stop on the landing at the second floor and see Remi at his impressive workstation, frowning at an enormous computer screen. Those hazel eyes quirk up to meet mine, and the frown is replaced with that smile.
My stomach tightens.
“Hey!” He slides back and stands, walking to where I’m waiting. “Did you meet Lillie’s teacher? She seems great, but I don’t know. What’s your professional opinion?”
That makes me grin. “She’s amazing. Lillie’s going to learn a lot this year.”
He nods, and I notice his bare feet again. He’s in those jeans, but this time he’s wearing a maroon tee that shows off his toned arms. Those biceps… I remember him lifting Lillie this morning at breakfast and how they flexed. It takes all my willpower not to exhale a delighted sigh.
“Seemed like something was up with Eleanor this morning.” He walks back into his office, and I follow, noting that ass, wondering how much I should share with him about my earlier power struggle.
I guess he did say Eleanor was driving him crazy, too. “I didn’t mean to have a run-in with her on my first day here.”
“Technically it was your second day.” He stops at his desk and looks up at me with that panty-melting smile. “What happened?”
The way he says it, it’s almost like a joke, like he knew it was coming all along. I guess that makes me feel less guilty?
“Apparently, she’d put out this fancy dress for Lillie to wear to school. I didn’t know, so I let Lillie wear what she wanted.”
“I thought Lillie looked great—exactly like herself. Mermaid princess.”
“Right.” Now I’m confident he’ll understand. “I guess I could have made her change. What she wears isn’t so important to us… but it’s a big deal to her.”
“I think it’s great how you treat her. It’s how I would.”
“She’s a lot like you. She’s adorable.” The words are out before I realize what I’ve just said.
“Is that so?” His smile changes from panty melting to flat out want.
His hand twitches, and I can imagine going to him, putting my hand on his shoulder and pulling our mouths together. I imagine straddling his lap, him lifting my shirt over my head, pulling on my nipple with his lips… Oh, hell, I’m already wet.
I want to bone my boss.
Bone my boss…
Yes, please.
“Don’t you think she’s like you?” My breath is shallow, and he returns to where I’m standing.
“I hope she’s not.”
“Why? What’s wrong with you?”
His chin drops, and it’s like he’s baring his soul. “You’re a therapist… tell me what you think—unless that’s not allowed… Can you treat your boss?”
“Of course, I can.”Can I?“What’s bothering you?”
We’re so close, and today his scent is less earthy and more soap and sexy man-scent. It’s delicious.
“Is it inevitable… Do we all eventually turn into our parents?” He looks up at me from under his brow, andOh, sweet Jesus,those eyes.
