The heat and steam from the shower loosened my body, but did nothing to diminish my mounting arousal knowing David had plans for me. After I slid into the heavenly fabric of my white silk robe, I found my new roommate focused on the computer screen in his office.
“Get in here, gorgeous,” he said without looking up.
“You look busy.”
“I am,” he said. “Lots of catching up to do. I’m not used to taking days off.”
“So I’ll let you work,” I said with a step backward.
“Wait.”
I froze.
“Turn around.”
I bit my lip and rotated in a slow circle until I faced him again.
“I maintain—that robe was the best purchase.” My body, out of my control, reacted to the way his eyes drifted over me. My breasts swelled, my tummy tightened, and my hands burned with the thought of touching him. I had urges that I wanted to satisfy by climbing into his lap. He looked like a god, backdropped by the nighttime Chicago skyline. A god in a plain, white t-shirt, and—I hoped—those sexy gray sweatpants.
David pointed to the couch. My gaze followed until it landed on my laptop. “Work with me,” he said. “Write.”
“I won’t distract you?”
“You will most certainly distract me, but this way, I won’t worry about what trouble you’re getting into.”
I smirked. Because I couldn’t help myself, I crossed the office and kissed his coarse cheek, then ran my finger over the spot my lips had just been.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “I haven’t shaved in a couple days.” I kissed him again, because I loved the way he felt.
It was easy to get caught up in my new project even though David distracted me as well. When he focused, the angles of his face sharpened so he looked equally menacing and attractive. I sighed longingly even though he was mine for the taking. All mine.
After breaking through barriers and uprooting longtime fears, I was more relaxed than I had been in a long time. But I knew I could’ve lost him, and so, I was extra grateful to have him. With that in mind, I wanted to make things right with Lucy. Once she saw my happiness, my transformation, she’d understand everything. When I’d finished writing for the evening, I decided to e-mail to her.
From:Olivia Germaine
Sent:Sun, November 18 08:16 PM CST
To:Lucy Greene
Subject:Hi
We need to talk. I miss you dearly, and I want a chance to explain. I’m happy, Luce.
Will you agree to see me for a coffee this week? Or maybe, if I dare, lunch?
-O
I glanced up and caught David looking at me. “Busted,” I said.
“What, you’re the only one allowed to stare?” he asked.
I blushed, cursing under my breath. “You noticed?”
“I’m acutely aware of when your eyes are on me,” he said. “It’s actually very frustrating.”
I smiled because I knew the feeling well. “It’s bedtime,” I informed him. I’d had enough staring and was ready to act on the fantasies I’d been having all day.
“It may be your bedtime, but I usually work for another hour.”
