“It’s three in the morning.”
“I had a stressful day, and I needed Chinese,” she wailed. “I have a problem. My life is in shambles.”
She peered at me in the dark. “And what are you doing?”
Had she heard?
Of course she had.
“Just going to work out,” I said.
“At three in the morning?” Tess countered.
“I needed a distraction,” I purred, leaning over her. Her eyes were big in the dark, her body barely lit by the light from the under-cabinet lighting glowing from the kitchen. She was wearing a soft T-shirt and no bra.
I slid my hand along her thigh, the skin soft.
Ibet she’s not wearing anything under that shirt.
“I keep thinking about how I just want to spread your legs,” I whispered to her in the dark, “and taste your pussy.”
She made a strangled noise. “I thought you wanted to come on my tits.”
“I want that too.”
“I think that’s a bad idea,” she squawked. “You’re my boss, remember?”
Right.
My hand paused a few inches below her panty line. “I am,” I whispered, “but you’re in my house, in my living room, wearing nothing but a T-shirt and panties that I’m sure are soaking wet. So you can understand how I might get confused.”
She swallowed.
I leaned in slowly. I wanted to kiss her. But I was afraid if I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop until she was screaming my name.
I stood up abruptly. “Enjoy your food.”
Workthe next day was awkward.
“It would have been worse if you’d actually fucked her last night,” I reminded myself. In the light of the morning, it seemed like an even worse idea, and I was glad I had managed to control myself.
I watched Tess through the glass, shifting in her seat every so often, crossing and uncrossing her legs. I remembered how soft and warm her thigh had been last night under my fingers.
Mike:You want to pool resources for dinner?
Greg:None of you better be ordering takeout. It’s absurd the amount of prepared food you are feeding our sisters.
Walker:Who’s going to cook?
Greg:Are all of you that stupid? You can’t pick up a recipe book and follow it?
Liam:It’s much harder than it looks. I burnt the pasta I was trying to make yesterday. That’s why I had to order a pizza.
Greg:I’m hearing nothing but excuses.
Beck:I’ll make hamburgers.
Greg:They better be fully cooked this time.
