“Well, how’s your sex life going, or rather lack thereof? Learn anything new about yourself?”
Several things I would rather not get into right now, actually.
“As a matter of fact I did. I learned that you hate me. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through this. I’m taking a lot of classes and buying a lot of batteries. My accountant is going to be very concerned come tax time.
She laughed. “You still have a ways to go, but you can do it. It’ll be good for you. You’ll–”
The bell above the door chimed, causing us both to stop and look up. When my eyes locked with the most perfect pair of hazel eyes, I took in a breath.
Her lips parted slightly and my cheeks heated. Mackenzie cleared her throat, forcing me to tear my eyes away from Blair.
I turned to Mackenzie, who was giving me a look. “What?” I asked.
She smirked. “You know what.”
“No I don’t, and neither do you!”
“You better not get any kinky ideas. Keep it in your pants, Voss.” She nudged my arm, and I rolled my eyes.
“Oh please. I’m not that desperate.”
The thing was, I wasn’t desperate enough to go fuck the first person I saw. I was actually taking this challenge seriously. Kissing was not the same as sleeping with someone, but if the opportunity presented itself, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to say no.
She opened her mouth to say something, most likely sarcastically, but Blair approached the counter before she could. I had never been more grateful to see Blair in my life. As much as I loved Mackenzie, she had a way of pushing my buttons.
“Hey, I’m Blair.” She smiled and held out her hand to Mackenzie. The things I would’ve done to keepthat smile around were unsettling to think about.
“I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Mackenzie. Her best friend is my fiancée, who I want to get back to, so I’ll let you get to it.” She gave me a wicked grin, and I wanted to throttle her.
“Bye, Kenzie. Thanks for dropping by.”
She turned around and winked, and I just hoped she didn’t go run to Fallon about what she did or did not see.
I cleared my throat, turning back to Blair, who was looking devastating in a yellow sundress.Get it together!
“Hey, she seemed nice,” she noted with a grin.
I laughed. “She can be. What’s up?”
“I was hoping we could talk? Cara said she sent over the finalized schedule, and wanted to know if you’ve had a chance to look at it yet.”
“And she sent you instead of calling?” I asked.
“Not technically. I told her I was in the neighborhood and offered to drop in for her. She seemed happy I was attempting to do something nice. But I can go if you don’t want me here.” She motioned to the front door.
“No, it’s fine. You’re already here. We can talk in my office.”
When we got to my office, she sat down. She moved slowly, hesitating with almost each step. She looked nervous sitting there, fidgeting with her dress. The dress that clung to her sexy-as-fuck curves. The dress I wanted to feel between my fingers and scrunched up to her hips?—
“Can I get you something to drink?” I asked.
“I’ll take a water if you have one. Thank you.” She smiled, and I had to turn away. I should have put in our contract that she wasn’t allowed to smile at me.
I grabbed some water out of the fridge and handed it to her before leaning against the desk with my own water in hand.
I took a drink and licked my lips when I caught her looking. I knew I shouldn’t have. I also shouldn’t have felt a pulse in my clit at the reddening of her cheeks when I did.
“So…” She cleared her throat. “The email?”
