Kellin’s seductive assertion, his strong hands on my body, his skilled lips on mine…
He completely unraveled me.
And I welcomed his touch.
If Lenora hadn’t called, how far would we have gone?
If Kellin’s strong hands had taken more liberties, would I have reciprocated? Until we were both naked, with his body pinning me to the desk?
I flush as my mind grapples with what my body already understands. Had Kellin decided to bend me over and fuck me like there was no tomorrow, I would have let him. And based on that one little kiss, my instincts inform me that sex with Kellin would rock my world.
Part of me believes I’m overreacting. That I become hot and bothered around the sexy investor simply because the last time I got laid was, well…I’m not sure. It’s not like I jot down notes on the sad state of my sex life.
I dated the same guy in high school and my first year of college. A soccer player my dad never liked. I learned my lesson, and after Will and I broke up, I quit introducing my boyfriends to Dear Old Dad. Life was easier that way.
The last guy I dated was more of a friends-with-benefits situation. We’d meet at his apartment every couple of weeks or so for a meal and a quick tumble beneath the sheets. When Robby started hinting at trying for more, I broke things off.
As much as I enjoyed the no-strings-attached sex, I didn’t have time for a relationship. Still don’t. Which is exactly why I need to screw my head on straight regarding Kellin.
Mixing business with pleasure is a bad idea, especially when the “pleasure” involves a six-two body with espresso-colored eyes and a smile that could charm the panties off a nun.
We agreed to meet for breakfast. Just breakfast.
Nothing more.
I can’t spend the day with him.
Doesn’t matter that I’ve already cleared my schedule or created a list of other local hotels to tour. Or that I’m eagerly anticipating a short reprieve from my on sight Cypressresponsibilities so I can brainstorm fresh ideas to implement later.
I have a million things to do and not enough time in the day to do them. I’ll call Kellin and tell him?—
A knock on my main suite door interrupts my spiraling.
I throw the cover all the way off, jump out of bed, and grab the black silk robe slung over the plush chair a few feet from the mattress.
Combing my fingers through my hair, I leave the bedroom and cross the living room to open the door.
Lenora breezes past me, blond hair piled high on her head and a suspiciously chipper smile on her face. “Please tell me you didn’t just roll out of bed. It’s already after six.”
“I know. And I did. I didn’t get much sleep last night, so I’m running a little behind.” I shut the door and whip around to find Lenora heading into my bedroom. “And before you start fussing about what I should wear today, don’t bother. I’m not going to the café with Kellin. I don’t even know why I considered the invitation when so many things here require my attention.”
By the time I catch up with her, she’s shoulders-deep in my closet.
She spins around, a clothes hanger in each hand. “Maeve?—”
“Seriously, no. I’d love to spend the day in the city with an attractive man while ignoring my mile-long to-do list, but I can’t. I have responsibilities.”
“So you admit Kellin’s attractive?” She scrutinizes the two outfits she’s holding as if trying to choose a winning lottery ticket before hanging one of the dresses back in the closet. “That’s progress. And what about your responsibility to take care of yourself?”
I shoot my assistant and closest friend the sternest look I can muster. “Only a blind person would fail to notice how attractive he is, but that doesn’t change my decision. I’m serious, Len. Youknow how crazy things are. And with Dad breathing down my neck, I really can’t afford to leave. Then there’s the upcoming wedding, and?—”
“That’s exactly why youshouldleave. If you don’t decompress, you’re going to blow a gasket. Don’t worry about the hotel. I’ve got you covered. If an issue I can’t handle arises, I’ll call you. But we both know I’m a badass who can handle anything.” Winking, she points to the bathroom. “Now jump in the shower. You’re running out of time.”
When I open my mouth to argue, Lenora narrows her eyes. “Don’t you dare insult my competence by insisting you need to stay.”
My mouth snaps shut because Lenora’s right. I have full confidence in her ability to hold down the fort while I’m gone.
I do, however, doubt my own ability to maintain a level head while around Kellin. Attempting to remain professional with him in my territory always proves difficult enough. Spending eight-plus hours with him while touring the city?
