“And am I to assume we were having a pretty good time?” I wiggle my eyebrows.
She blushes. “You’ve assumed right.” Then she pauses. “Damon saw us leave together, too.”
“It’s not his business what you do either inside or outside of work. We should report his harassment to HR.”
She shakes her head. “No. He’s hurt. Let it be. He will stop.”
“Charlotte—”
“Xander, can you drop it? Please. I have enough on my mind without dealing with an HR investigation.”
Enough on her mind. I’m assuming she means our situation. I squeeze her thigh, realizing my hand is still on it. “Okay. But if he keeps it up, we won’t be able to avoid it.”
“He won’t. It will be fine. I’m sure he was having a bad day and will realize tomorrow he’s been a dick and apologize.”
I don’t expect he’ll do that for one minute, but I don’t argue. I slowly remove my hand from her thigh.
“Thank you.” Shestarts the car.
We drive for a while. I inhale her flowers-after-the-rain scent and peek at her from time to time. “By the way, you look really nice.”
A sexy blush sweeps across her face, and my dick throbs against my zipper.
“Thanks. So do you.” Her blue eyes stare into mine briefly then focus back on the road.
“You have plans tonight?”
“Nothing special.”
“Wow. So you look this hot when you don’t even have plans?” I tease but am not joking. She’s smoking hot.
Her blush deepens. “Ha, ha.”
I lean closer to her. “I’m serious. You are smoking hot.”
“Stop it.” She elbows me, but her face lights up.
“So, what do you do when you don’t have plans?”
“What do I do?”
“Yes. What are you going to do all night?”
She shrugs. “No clue. What are you going to do all night?”
“I’ll go for a run. That’s my excitement.”
She tightens her grip on the wheel, to all appearances, concentrating on the road.
“Do you want to hang out?” I ask.
She freezes, sitting up straighter.
Crap. I’ve overstepped the boundaries. But what are the boundaries here? I’m in over my head. I like this girl. I really like her.But I still have feelings for another woman, and that isn’t fair to her.
I’m about to retract my offer when she says, “Okay. What do you want to do?”
Make you cum at least a dozen times and cry out my name all night. Shit, Xander. Stop it.
