“I didn’t touch any of that stuff.” She doesn’t even look at me. “I took some sweatpants and a hoodie in the morning while…”
While?I’m confused, but it’s too ingrained in me to keep my bewilderment hidden. Remy was clearly in my guest room for a reason, a reason that my brother Cash forgot to mention during the handover when I got back earlier today. But that’s a matter to resolve later.
She swallows hard. “My sneakers weren’t wet. I think I got dressed here.” She gestures to the spot where she’s sitting back on her heels.
“Stand up.”
She does so, and I avoid tracing her body with my eyes, concentrating on the carpet where it meets the bottom of the open closets.
Nothing.
“Are you certain you lost it here?”
Her eyes narrow briefly, her expression morphing almost imperceptibly into something I can’t read. “I’ll check the bedroom.” She hesitates, waiting for my permission, and I nod once.
For a second time, I find her on her hands and knees, ass in the air as she peers underneath the bed. Fuck, I can already see her naked, those curves between my hands, her wet pussy just waiting to be sucked.
“Found it!” Remy sits back on her haunches, the silver pendant dangling from her fingers in front of her face. Her face is glowing. “Thank you.”
I shrug. “I didn’t do anything.”
Her smile falters and then fades. She stands up and tries to fasten the pendant at the back of her neck, head bent forward.
“Here, let me help.”
I stand behind her and our fingers brush as I take the two ends of the chain. She scoops her hair away from her neck exposing pale flesh and wisps of honey-blonde hair at her nape. My fingers tremble as I fasten the link and settle the chain around her neck, realizing too late, that I could’ve bought myself a few extra seconds if I’d held onto it.
She hesitates as if she too is clinging onto the moment.
Then, she’s facing me, her hand covering the silver teardrop, making sure that it is real. “I’ll get back to work then.”
“Sure.”
Her chest expands when she inhales a deep breath. She goes to the door and stops. Faces me, chewing her bottom lip. “That’s it then?”
“Was there something else?” I feel like I’ve handled this the wrong way, but I missed the protocol memo about when a beautiful employee loses something of sentimental value in my guest room.
She shakes her head, her smile somehow turned down at the corners and skipping her eyes completely. “No, Mr. Murray.There is nothing else.” Even her voice is turned downwards, filled with resignation.
I watch her turn around and disappear through the doorway, and it feels like goodbye when we’ve barely said hello.
I catch up with her before she reaches the foyer. “Remy?”
She halts. Several long moments pass before she faces me slowly, her eyes scanning mine, for what I’m still uncertain.
I close the distance between us before I can overthink it. My lips crush hers, and it’s as if I already knew how sweet she would taste. I fist her hair, pulling her body against mine, and she comes willingly, her arms snaking around my neck as if afraid to let me go.
“Bash,” she murmurs against my lips, my name sounding as if it belongs to her.
“Tell me to stop.”
“I… don’t want you to stop.” She touches my face, her fingertip feather-soft, and I take her hand, kiss the palm, wanting more. Desperate for more.
I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my hips.
Where to go? No time to reach my bedroom. I need her now before I explode with desire.
I stumble backwards into the living room and lay her down on the sheepskin rug. My jacket comes off. My pants are unzipped and tugged down. Remy is fumbling with her own clothes, a bonfire of fabric forming nearby.
