The words beat through me as my pulse picks up, shooting them around every inch of my body. The words don’t sound like Alfie, but I won’t deny they hit the mark. God, I want to touch him too. He’s so cautious, so protective of me. I love that side of him, but I wish I knew how he felt, what he wants from me. If this note is any indication, he wants me as much as I want him. And the flower? The added touch lets me know it’s not just physical. He wants romance too, right?
“Mia?” he calls, and I slip the note under my keyboard, propping the flower up against my computer.
“Yep, coming, sorry.”
Time to put this theory to the test.
“Let me.” I saunter over with the makeup remover, uncapping the bottle and using a cotton pad to wipe his cheeks.
“It’ll be easier if you sit,” I murmur.
He does as I ask and sits on my office chair, his gaze lining up with my breasts, and I see him swallow thickly as he tilts his chin up. I take the wet cotton ball and wipe gently across his face. He closes his eyes, humming an approval as I push my fingers through his thick hair.
“Mia?”
“Yeah,” I whisper breathily. I desperately try to focus on the task at hand, but his lips are so close to mine. They’re begging for me to kiss them. I could lean down right now, press mine against his, straddle him as I drag my fingers through his hair, tugging on the longer strands, taking control.
He groans. “Fuck, that feels so good, love.”
Love.
God, I almost whimper. I clench my thighs together. I can feel the dampness in my panties. I want him so bad, my body is weeping for him. I’m going to do it. I’m going to kiss him.
His phone vibrates on the desk, and his eyes snap open. My face is inches from his. He must have known, must have felt my breath against his lips. He knows what I want, and I can see it in his eyes. He wants it too.
Just kiss me, Alfie.
Please.
The phone continues to vibrate, and I hear him curse under his breath, breaking the moment between us by glancing at his phone. I step back, capping the makeup remover bottle and placing the used cotton balls in the trash. Some sick, twisted part of me almost wants to keep them along with the note and the flower he left me. Small little mementos of our relationship that only make sense to us.
“Hey,” he says, frowning, glancing back at me over his shoulder. “Sure…uh-huh…okay, let me ask her.”
I turn to face him. “Lottie is now hosting the children’s therapy charity event on Saturday night. It was a little last minute as the venue they had canceled. Do you have plans? It would be good for networking. She has a table reserved, which has some empty spots.”
“I’m free,” I say excitedly. Usually this is only for qualified psychologists. I wish Lana were here so I could bring her too.
He nods, a small smile tugging at his lips as he turns away and confirms details with Lottie, repeating words likeblack tie,andthe Mayor of Seattle.
It’s only then I realize I don’t have a dress to wear that would be suitable for meeting a mayor, or anyone important.
Finding a new outfit and moving into the house a few doors down from Alfie in the same week was going to be a tight squeezewith everything else. But I was grateful that Alfie had managed to sort out the property for me so quickly. It meant that Lana was only paying a week of extra rent unnecessarily. And the house was fully furnished too, so I could move straight in.
I lift up the keyboard, pulling out the note again and running my fingers over the words.
“We’ll be there,” he says. “Bye, Lottie.”
“Lottie said she wants you to come over at some point. Something about a dress that would be perfect for you.”
Alfie
I knock on the door and hear shuffling inside with a couple of muffled curses. I try to contain my laughter, but the banging gets louder, and suddenly the door swings open.
Holy shit.
Mia wears a silky red floor-length dress. The fabric dips low between her breasts; the silky material rippling over her body like liquid. I step inside, not thinking, just moving. I need to touch it, find out if it’s actually wet or not. The deep burgundy color matches her lipstick, and all I can think is how good it would look smeared as she takes my cock deep in her—
No.
