I pull the covers up to my chin. My heartbeat pounds in my ears.
Maybe he’s going to sneak into my bedroom, rip the covers back, force my legs apart, and put his mouth on my soaking-wet—
Nope.I roll over, the motion sending thrills of pleasure through my stomach.
Life is already bad enough without fantasizing about my boss. Remember what happened the last time I had a little me-time with the fantasy version of Salinger? I would probably summon a demon or something if I did it now, with my world literally collapsing around me.
Maybe that’s why I kissed him, why I suddenly want him.
I lie there wracked with guilt for kissing him. I’m just as bad as my sister, right? Did I kiss him because I was attracted to him, or because I just wanted to use him for his resources?
Well, I want to use him forsomething, that’s for sure.
I can’t stop thinking about the way he stared at me, the way he said he would throw me on the floor and fuck me ’til I screamed.
Wrapping the blanket around me, I ease my legs off the mattress. My toes sink into the carpet.
Salinger’s not there when I open the door and peer out into the dark hallway. Chewing on my lip, I tiptoe down the hall, not sure what I’m doing or where I’m going.
This is stupid. I need a cold shower and sleep.
There are footsteps on the stairs. Before I can race back to the guest bedroom, Salinger comes up the stairs, in a white dress shirt and suspenders that look way more erotic than they have any right to.
I’m practically drooling.
“Sneaking out?”
I clutch at the blanket and let out some unintelligible stammering.
If I was Lauren, I would throw myself at him, grab his hand, push it between my legs, and let him know how much I want him.
I’m a scaredy cat.
“Um…” I wrack my brain.
He moves up on the top step, so he’s looking over me.
I lick my lips. His eyes watch the motion. “I just… I don’t have any clean underwear.”
That’s what I came up with?
“Er, sorry, not your problem. Just it’s, uh… weird. I don’t really do the commando thing. I’m gonna go try, though, I think I’ll survive.” I practically run back to the guest room and wince when the door slams behind me.
I can’t tell if I want him to chase me or if I’m terrified of the prospect.
Definitely terrified.
Then why am I secretly thrilled when I hear his footsteps outside in the hallway a few heart-pounding moments later?
The footsteps hesitate. Then he knocks. “Mandy?”
Oh my gosh, he’s here! Is he going to have his way with me? I’m being boiled alive with desire.
Get it together.
I rush to the door and try to seem presentable when I open it.
Unfortunately, Salinger doesn’t grab me and kiss me passionately and declare his undying love for me.
