I’ve missed something and am now racking my brain to figure out what she’s up to.So, I give myself an out.“No.There will be more.See if you can remember those two.”
Her smile is back in full force.“Oh, I will.No leaving the bedroom in panties.Got it.”
My brows dip.
That was too easy.
I pour oats into a bowl and add Greek yogurt, berries, and full cream milk.As I start walking out the door, Jessie flicks her hair, and it catches my attention.
And has me hard as a rock.
Two goddamn weeks.How am I going to survive?
“So, what’s there to do around here?”Jessie asks, as if I’m her new tour guide.
Not happening.
“Here?As in Los Angeles?Gee, I don’t know Jessie, it’s a real boring town.”
I feel like a jerk, it’s a rude thing to say, but this woman needs boundaries...correction, I need boundaries.Really big boundaries.
She huffs, then strides over to me...and let me remind everyone: She.Is.Wearing.Panties.
“Stop,” I growl.
More huffing.
“Liam, get over it.I’m not naked.”
Thank God for small fucking miracles.
“Nor am I contagious.”
Says the girl with the pussy I’ve been wanting to fuck for far too many years.
“We can’t avoid each other while I’m staying here.”She flutters her eyelashes, tilting her pretty little head, challenging me.
Yes, we can.
I’m going to try my hardest.
Don’t say hard.
“I’m busy, Jess.I have a job.I have...things to do,” I bluster.
“Can I come?”
No.
No, fucking, no!
“You can’t come to work with me.”
“It’s the weekend.You aren’t working today.Come on.I am new and have no idea how anything works here.Please.”
Goddamn her.
She’s always been able to get what she wanted out of me.Almost.Not my cock but I’m not dead yet.
