“Careful,” he says, voice low, rough. “Heels that size should come with a warning.”
I smile, breath catching.If he notices my heels, he notices everything else.
“Yes…sir,” I tease, voice barely above a whisper. Then I lick my lips.
His eyes drop, following the motion… and for a heartbeat, the space between us narrows. My pulse hammers. Our lips almost touch.
Then his phone rings.
He drops his hands as if burned, stepping back. I brace myself against the desk, trying to steady the sudden rush of disappointment.
He picks up the phone, frowning, but doesn’t answer.
“Your wife?” The question slips out before I can stop it.
He doesn’t respond. And though I want to push, I don’t.
“I should get going,” I say instead.
He stands there, still silent, eyes fixed on the phone like it might hold the answer he’s looking for.
Say something. Ask me to stay. Ask me to finish what we started.
He says nothing.
The sting blooms in my chest. I gather my things and walk to the door. At the threshold, I pause. “See you tomorrow, Colin.”
He nods without looking at me.It’s enough. It has to be.I tell myself as I walk toward the elevator.
On the ride down, the disappointment fades as quickly as it came, replaced by something far more accurate. Anticipation.
From the way he reacted. The way his hands held my waist. Being that close, his lips just a breath away from mine.
Iknowit won’t be long now.
Not until it happens. Until I finally get a taste of him.
The thought makes me smile all over again.
Colin
I don't leave the company immediately after Maya leaves my office. I need time to cool down, to not think about anything. So I work for a few more hours, not letting my mind wander.
In the car on the way home, I call my dad back. He answers on the second ring and starts on me for not answering his call earlier. If he only knew.
I let him distract me with his commanding tone and his plans for his birthday next month. He tells me Mom is always complaining that she doesn’t see the grandchildren enough, the words carrying the weight of an accusation.
It’s not as if they live in another state, but crossing the bridge always seems like too much effort for them. I can’t even remember the last time they visited us at our place. Most of the time, we’re the ones who go to them. Never the other way around.
I enter the bedroom as quietly as possible so I don't wake Ceci. On my way to the shower, I stop by the bed and lean over to kiss her forehead… but something holds me back, and I head to the bathroom.
In the shower, unwanted thoughts creep in, leaving me instantly hard. I can't help it, it's involuntary. I push the thoughts aside and finish washing.
I turn off the water and step out, towel in hand, pausing in front of the mirror. My reflection catches my gaze, and for amoment, I study the tension in my shoulders, the way my body still hums with heat I'm trying to ignore.
“And even through the suit, I can see yours are very… strong.”
I shake my head, trying to push the voice in my mind away. I dry off quickly, put on my pajamas, slip into bed, pull back the covers, and lie down next to Ceci.
