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First of all, I’d forgotten that I had company. Veronica was a regular, a tall, busty, insatiable redhead who was down for any damn thing, and she’d shown up the night before (without invitation) at booty call hours. I’d accommodated her, because I was an accommodating kind of guy, but I was surprised to see her still at the house. She usually didn’t stick around after.

And I didn’t like the way she was looking at Ro, like she thought Ro might be a particularly delectable dessert.

No. Uh uh. Ro was off-limits, for me and especially everyone else. I realized right then that I might have to readjust some of my patterns for her. I’d never shared a house with anyone who wasn’t cut from the same cloth as me.

“Let’s go, Ro,” I said impatiently. “Have a good one, Veronica. I trust you can find your way out.”

Ro started moving toward the door.

Veronica just smiled, not moving an inch from her perch on the counter, so I decided to leave her to it. Sometimes women came and decided not to leave for a bit. My policy on this had always been to ignore the issue until it went away. I figured she’d be gone by the time we got back, and if she wasn’t, we’d just go about our business as usual until she did.

We took my Harley, just to shake up Ro’s composure a bit.

She didn’t like it.

“I’ll follow you in my car.”

“That’s silly. Hop on.” I handed her a helmet.

She wasn’t happy about it, but she did it, pushing the helmet on and straddling the bike awkwardly in her too-long skirt.

She thought she could hang on by barely touching my shoulders, but the second we started moving her little arms snaked around my waist and held on for dear life.

I felt the problem right away, or should I say problems.

It was one thing to speculate about nice breasts under a thick, ugly, unflattering shirt. It was another thing entirely to feel them pressed firmly against your back.

Yep, her tits were nice. I could tell for sure. Soft and pliant. Big and bouncy.

And her shapely little thighs gripping my hips were almost as distracting.

Fuck.

I spent way too much time in Office Max. I was on deadline, so of course I was going deep into procrastination mode.

And the fact that I couldn’t glance at Ro without my eyes dropping to her tits after that ride was not helping me to be one bit faster.

I’d swear I could picture just exactly what they looked like after that ride, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to see her body firsthand.

On the contrary.

“So this is how you shop for office supplies?” she asked me after about a half an hour of aimless wandering. “You didn’t even bring a list?”

I shrugged. “I’ll know it when I see it.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be writing right now? This feels like a colossal waste of time.”

“Hush. Procrastination is a key component to the writing process.”

“Your process maybe.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I meant.”

“Didn’t you tell me that part of my job was to keep you on task? This is the opposite of on task.”

“Hush,” I said absently, playing with a random pen. “Look at this pen.” I was drawing on the display I’d pulled it out of. “Isn’t it cool? I’m pretty sure I need a pen exactly like this.”

“It’s a pen,” she said flatly. “Are you messing with me?”