“Just spit it out,” I clip, arching my brow but not able to bite back the grin spreading across my face.
“Okay, uh, it’s just that sometimes, but notallthe time, I take my clothes off at night. Like by accident. I’ll wake up and won’t have anything on.” She bites her lip, turning an incredible shade of red.
My heart races, and I'm extraordinarily proud of myself that I'm able to even control my breathing, because her words engorged my already massive erection. Leaning back, I put an ankle over my knee and drape an arm across the armrest, trying to look casual.
“Hm-hmm… I see.Veryunfortunate,” I drawl slowly, keeping my eyes on hers. Not giving into the urge to rake my eyes down her body like I want to. We're supposed to be two platonic professionals sharing a living space for five days. "I already know you do that."
Her eyes fly to mine and widen with surprise. "What?How?"
"You did it at my house. But I didn't see anything, I promise," I confess, keeping my eyes steady on hers as the silence of the room drapes over us and magnifies our tension to an almost unbearable level.
I purposefully stay quiet for long moments, letting the silence become heavier and heavier. Letting her know plainly that I want her, and I'm not above making us sit through extended moments of quietness to drive home that fact.
"Oh." She blinks, putting a shaking hand up to her cheek and then over to her nose ring where she starts fiddling with it.
"I’ll tell you what though, Sarah,” I lean forward to clasp my hands together between my legs, planting my feet on the floor and leveling her with a stare. “If in fact, I should get up before you do, and I see more nude skin in my peripheral vision than is normal, then I will blindly cover you up without looking. Just like I did at my house. Scout’s honor.” I hold up two fingers.
What color are your nipples? What do they taste like?I think, keeping my expression neutral.Fuck, the shit I want to do with this woman should qualify me to go straight to the insane asylum.
“Were you even a scout?” Sarah asks doubtfully, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Not for a single day.” I smile my best smile at her, not even crossing my mind to lie to her. My eyes roam, seeing the long length of her hair peeking out from the curve of her hip.
How do we keep from getting it snagged if we’re fucking—
“Okay, well, youcouldhave lied about that, so good enough for me. Just don’t act like you’re going blind if you wake up and you see my breasts slangin’ here, there, and everywhere, okay?” Sarah says, rolling her lips.
Her cheeks are bright red as she puts a hand to her mouth, her eyes going wide as she stares at me.
I have a half second of awareness before seeing her jump as I suddenly roar with laughter.
I put my my fingers up to the bridge of my nose and squeeze as I lose all control of myself, and just laugh at her fuckinghilariousjoke. Not able to help it, I carry on for a minute before I'm able to calm down and take a deep breath. I have tears in my eyes as I look at her.
She's got her fingers to her lips and is giggling with me, her brows are pinched, and she's looking at me like she thinks I might be going crazy.
“I swear to God, when I get up on stage, and I get a weird case of stage fright or get bored, I’m going to think about what you just said. It might just give me the push I need to finish my speech. Like, instead of imagining the audience naked, I’ll just think about their breasts slangin’ and stuff.” I heave a deep breath, wiping a tear out of my eye. “Oh, shit." I clear my throat softly. "Thank you. Because that was fuckingfunny.”
I get up and go into the bathroom, wet a towel, and wash my face carefully. Thinking how no woman has ever made me laugh the way she just did.
I smile at my reflection, and something rises in my chest. An emotion that feels a bit like…fulfillment.
See, you’re not the cold-hearted psychiatrist everyone’s making you out to be, I think, replacing the towel and checking my teeth in the mirror. Giving my teeth another good brush, I look over and see Sarah’s travel makeup case, a small pointy tube of oil, and a white travel tube of what looks to be lipstick.
Turning my head quickly to try to listen for her, I reach over, pick up the heavily embossed plain white tube, and open it. I’m curious as to what color lipstick she likes because I never see her wear any.
My brows rise as the top uncoversperfume, not lipstick.
I spit, rinsing my mouth and the sink quickly before taking the small vial between my fingers at the top, and carefully pull, plucking the spray out of the holder, before turning it to read the words engraved on the side. I look around before landing on the tissue on the side of the vanity. I grab a couple, fold them over, and wrap it around the spray before pumping one spray into the tissue. Carefully replacing the perfume where I found it, I double the tissue again.
Holding it to my nose, I groan.
It’s her. That’s why she smells so fucking amazing. Oh, Jesus.I lament, letting myself have a couple more seconds to savor her scent before shoving the tissue into my pocket.
Walking out of the bathroom I pause, seeing her standing at a full-length mirror and struggling to zip up the side of her dress. She rises on her toes and does a cute little bounce before making a frustrated sound, scowling at herself in the mirror. I hold back a wicked grin, knowing her issue is the full size of her breasts.
My eyes lower slowly down her body, taking in her lush figure.
I fight back the sharp, dizzying wave of arousal that hits me at the sight of her delectable body, and I can't believe I'm so lucky as to be graced with her presence for dinner.
