“How come I can only see your face? What are you wearing?”
“Nothing. Kendra. How much do you want to see?”
“All of it.”
I licked my lips and waited. The lighting wasn’t the best, but he turned the phone and let the camera wander down the expanse of his torso.
“Um, stop blocking the money shot with your arm, buddy.”
“This arm?” He waved his arm in the camera. “Or the one holding my phone.”
“No, Hawk. That cannot be what I think it is.”
“Um—”
“No, that’s unfair to the poor men out there. Rich boys should not be blessed with money and big dicks.”
And when he grasped it in his hand, I yelped.
“Oh, my God. You need to stop.”
He immediately turned the camera so I could see his face again.
“I’m sorry, Ken. That was out of line.”
I sighed. “I might have encouraged you.”
And I wanted to watch. I wanted to see more. Fuck. He’s your boss, Kendra!
“I think we should go to bed.”
I agreed to his suggestion. But, fuck if I wasn’t going to spend the rest of the night thinking about what he looked like under his clothes.
“You’re probably right,” I said.
“Think of me tonight.”
“Bye, Hawk.”
“Goodnight, Kenny.”
Luckily, Luc and Kylie had finished whatever reconciliation they were having. And the rest of my family and Sam’s family had started to wander in from the reception. I let my bikini drop to the floor and slipped into my sheets. As my hand snaked between my legs, my mind wandered to the image of Hawk as he grasped his cock.
FOURTEEN
hawk
WasI probably about to make a mess of the office chemistry by pursuing Kendra? Probably. Would I do it anyway? Absolutely.
The truth remained; never before had my thoughts of a female permeated every aspect of my existence. Kendra belonged in the office alongside me. She was one of the best gym partners I had to date. And I looked forward to dinner with her.
I thought back to what my grandmother had tried to tell me. When I had been pursuing an up-and-coming supermodel. Pursue was a fairly loose description. I had only intended something slightly more than casual.
“If you want a decoration, that’s her. If you want a partner, someone who completes you, find a woman who is a friend first.”
She had been proven correct; Annika had been an ego boost at a time when I needed one. But we had nothing in common other than sex. She never understood my interest in baseball, and she thought that I could reap the samerewards from the team without accepting an active role. The relationship failed to become serious, and both of us felt nothing upon the separation.
Giada had been an entirely different mess. She would have been happy to be a decoration as long as she had access to my credit card.
