Fifteen Weekends by Christy Pastore Page B

reached over and ran the back of his hand down her bare arm. Frazzled, Emily accidently dropped the knife and the bagel she was holding. Both hit the table at the same time. The sound of the knife clanking back and forth was ringing in Emily’s ears.
      Ethan He picked up the knife and bagel as Emily stood there frozen, feeling the blood pooling in her ears. He motioned to the cream cheese with the knife while looking in Emily’s direction with a raised eyebrow. She nodded as if saying yes . Ethan took the knife and spread the topping over the sourdough bread, moving it back and forth circling the top.
      Christ, could he do that any slower or sexier? He’s totally eye-fucking the shit out of me. Oh, Mr. Carlson you do not play fair.
      When he finished, the knife was gently placed back on the serving tray, and he took his left hand as if presenting the bagel to Emily like a prize. Still frozen, Emily felt her heart pounding rapidly in her chest, and the deep ache between her thighs was pure torture. Seconds later, which felt like minutes, she finally reached both of her hands up removing the bagel from Ethan’s grasp.
      Ethan moved from standing in front of her to standing behind her and whispered in her ear,
      “You look beautiful today, Em.” Ethan stopped to tangle his fingers through a few of Emily’s loose curls that hung just below her shoulder. “Good enough to eat,” Ethan hissed seductively. “So delicious in fact, I’d love nothing more than to spread you out on this table and fuck you until you beg me to stop.” 
      Emily’s mouth curled up as she bit her bottom lip. Walking to the left side of the table, Ethan grabbed an apple out of the basket and lightly tossed it up in the air with his right hand. The apple came back down and Ethan grasped it, pulling it up to his mouth and taking a bite. He looked back giving Emily a wink, and with that he walked out of the room.
      All the air expelled from Emily’s chest as her palms hit the flat surface of the table causing the bagel to roll a few inches towards the edge. Fuck me! Did he just say that?
      Desperately trying to compose herself, Emily stood there thinking about the previous evening with Ethan. Knowing the super-charged heated attraction was still rippling between them today sent shockwaves coursing through Emily’s entire body. Emily couldn’t help but grin wickedly as she walked back to her office. It was going to be a good day.
     

     
      After work, Emily had entirely too much energy. She headed straight to the gym and ran nearly six and half miles on the treadmill. Standing at the water cooler she came face to face with Libby Westin and a twinge of anxiety and a flash of guilt crashed through Emily.
      “Hi Emily,” Libby gleefully hummed. “How are you?”
      “Libby, so nice to see you again,” Emily replied. “I’m doing okay. What’s new with you?”
      She studied the soft lines on Libby’s face noticing the delicate splash of freckles under her vibrant blue eyes. Libby was an attractive woman; she had a naturally slim build with a narrow waist and pale pink lips that pressed into a full pout.
      “I could be better. Ethan and I broke up, and that’s been hard to deal with,” she said, while pinning her dark red mane of hair up into a swinging ponytail.
      Emily’s spine stiffened when she noticed the glint of pain flash in Libby’s eyes. What could Emily say to Libby, without sounding the least bit overjoyed? Emily did what all women do, she faked it.
      “I’m sorry to hear that Libby,” Emily offered giving her a sympathetic smile.
      Libby kept talking about how much she missed Ethan. Emily knew she was in dangerous territory, listening to her go on and on about how still loved Ethan and was hopeful he reconsider the break-up was heart-wrenching. Barely concentrating on Libby’s words, Emily replayed the hot and heavy kissing session she and Ethan participated in the night before. The sound of