“Take your breaks outside,” he told whoever was in the room. That single command did something funny to me. While he had never been dominant with me, seeing him in this role was hot ashell. It made me wonder what he would be like in a controlling position with me submitting my every whim to him.
When a few people left the room, they grumbled about how they had to take their breaks elsewhere.
I would have laughed if I cared but right now, I needed to know what Shane wanted.
Joining him in the room, I closed the door behind me and waited.
“Why haven’t you reached out to me?” he asked, leaning against the counter on the other side of the room. I had never been in there before, but it was your typical break room. There was a table in the middle of the room with chairs surrounding it. And a kitchenette at the far end.
“You make me nervous,” I blurted. My eyes widened, not expecting that to leave my lips.
“I make you nervous?” Shane laughed, running a hand through his hair. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? Do you remember what happened the other night? What we did? And I make you nervous.” His laugh deepened.
“I’ve never been attracted to someone like I am to you,” I continued, ignoring his comments. “It doesn’t matter that you used to fuck my son. Yes, that part is weird. But as long as it doesn’t continue to happen while you and I are fucking, I’m good. I also don’t think Cam is willing to share anyway.” I shook my head, going off on a tangent. “Listen.” I pushed away from the door and took a step toward him.
Shane stiffened, gripping the counter behind him.
“Do I want a relationship? Hell if I fucking know. But I know that I want to continue fucking you.” I took another step closer, suddenly needing his hands on me. “We’ve had one night together, and it only made this...damn need for you worse.”
Shane’s cheeks reddened.
“The way you submitted to me.” I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. “It.” I opened my eyes, finding Shane now standing a foot away from me. “Was fucking delicious.”
He closed that final space between us, grabbed my shirt, and pulled me against him. Our mouths crashed, our hands roamed and if we were somewhere else, anywhere else, I would have bent him over the nearest hard surface.
“I don’t know what I want out of this,” Shane whispered against my lips. He took a step away from me, a cold draft suddenly rushing over me. “But I don’t want this to end.”
“Good because—” The sound of the door creaking open behind me stopped me from saying how I really felt.
When I turned around, I was thankful I didn’t finish my sentence because it wasn’t just any person standing in the doorway.
It was my son.
TEN
Shane
Brady stood in thedoorway, looking between his father and me. I did a mental scan of myself, wondering if it looked like I had just been kissed. I probably didn’t but, with the way Brady narrowed his eyes, I couldn’t help but wonder.
“Everything okay?” Brady asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, we were talking about this collaboration.” Rhett walked up to the door. “We’ll meet soon, Shane.” He left the room, sucking all the air out of my lungs.
Collaboration. Right. I almost scoffed at that. We hadn’t once worked on this little project. I wasn’t complaining because it meant I was able to get Rhett to myself but, if we were supposed to help each other, we clearly needed to stop procrastinating.
“What was that about?” Brady asked, coming into the staff room and heading to the fridge.
“Exactly what your dad said.” But of course, Brady knew me well enough to know that it wouldn’t make sense for his father and me to chat in this room.
“Shane.”
“What?” I stared at my best friend. A guy I had knownfor years. A guy I used to fuck. I suddenly regretted sleeping with him. Could Rhett and I ever move past that?
“Is something going on?”
I swallowed hard. “Your dad and I are working on this project. I also offered to help him with his finances so he doesn’t have to pay an accountant.” It was an easy explanation and one I hoped Brady would accept.
“Okay.” Brady stared at me a little longer than what I liked. It made me nervous. Almost like he could see all of my secrets and how I had been lusting over his father for years.
