I needed to get home and into my bed and take care of this fire he’d set alight inside of me. No way was I going to have sex with Chris tonight. We could control ourselves. It was possible. I took a deep breath and remembered my clothes. They were out by the hot tub still. Turning around, I ran smack into Chris’s chest, and he held up my clothes.
“Looking for these?” his lips were swollen from our kiss.
“Maybe.”
“You look better without them.”
I snatched them from his hands and ran toward the women’s locker room, finally being able to take a breath with him, not around. I got dressed, wiped the mascara under my eyes since it ran in the hot tub, and gave myself a pep talk. He was just coming over for a glass of wine or something. Nothing was going to happen. That kiss wouldn’t happen again. It was a mistake, as was grinding myself against him like some frigging porn star. Or a woman possessed. I wasn't possessed anymore. I could handle this. I could handle Chris Bates because I wasn't some silly woman fawning all over him. This thing. Us. It was a mistake. He was my boss for crying aloud! When he got to the chalet, I would tell him that, and everything would be fine. We got what we needed out of the system, and now we could move on.
Opening the door, I found him waiting for me already dressed. Pity. “Ready?”
Ready as I’d ever be.
