bedroom door.
“Is there something wrong?”
“No,” she said, her voice tight with annoyance.
What was that all about? It went beyond being pissed at me for following her. Was she jealous of the cheerleaders? Was she mad that I was acting like this was a joke? But I couldn’t let her know how affected I was at the thought of someone trying to hurt her.
She drew in a deep breath and let it go like she was trying to blow down the door like the wolf in the Three Little Pigs. Meanwhile, I was the real Big Bad Wolf, licking my chops laying in wait for her to enter my den.
She opened the door and headed for the bathroom. I loosened the knot of my tie, yanked it off, and tossed it onto the unmade bed. Visions of tying a naked Alexa to the headboard crowded out all other thoughts.
Coming out of the master bathroom, she relaxed her stance and slid the gun into her bra holster. “Well, I’ll leave you to… whatever.” She looked calm, but her voice was full of apprehension.
Maybe now that she had done her job and we were safely in my apartment, she would loosen up a little.
I blocked her path, ready to run my Hail-Mary-pass play. I laid on the charm and smiled that smile that would make a nun leave the convent. “You didn’t check under the bed.”
“I’m sure there’s nothing there but porn and a blow-up doll.”
I laughed. “There’s my Alexa.”
“I’m not yours.”
“Then you’re a little too good at pretending to be my girlfriend.”
“It’s my job.”
“No, you were enjoying yourself tonight. Why can’t we mix business with pleasure? After all, what better way to keep an eye on me than to share my bed?”
“I’m held to a higher standard than you or my male coworkers.”
How long was she going to hide behind that logic? “Spare me the feminist bullshit.”
“It’s not bullshit. You’re a man. You don’t understand.”
“I understand you’re scared of me.”
She shook her head. “Am. Not.”
“Yes, you are.” I took a step closer. “Afraid of what I can do to your body.” My fingers traced the curve of her cheek until I cupped her chin, tilting it so she had to look me in the eyes. “Afraid of the way I make you feel.”
I saw her want, or maybe it was my desire reflecting back at me. The scent of caramel apples wafted in the air, reminding me of a long ago county fair I went to as a teen. I wanted to lick her. Take a bite out her. Knew once I got past the hard shell I’d taste sweetness and pie.
I bent my head, ready to meet the pink lips begging for mine. The breath between us heated and charged. I wanted her to come to me. The anticipation of her surrender was torture. I knew the reward would be heavenly relief. A little moan escaped her. The sound of it must have broken the trance she was under. She blinked and the hungry look was gone. I’d waited too long. Fuck.
“Wow, you are good.” She placed a hand on my chest in a stopping motion. “In another life I might have fallen for it, but my job is a good enough reason for why I shouldn’t cross that line.”
With another woman I would’ve shrugged off the rejection, but beneath her hand my heart pounded for her, my blood racing to my groin. She’d made a mistake. Now she was more than a challenge—she’d made herself forbidden fruit. I told myself that was all this was.
A lie, but it was my lie to live.
“But I have big reason why you should.” I hauled her up against my unmistakable hardness. The utter softness of her, melded to my body. To the world she wore an armor of toughness and indifference, but in my arms it all fell away.
Alexa’s wicked smile signaled my victory. Then she whipped out her gun and pressed it against my cheek. “And I have a bigger reason why we shouldn’t.”
The cold steel against my skin was a relief compared to the heat she created inside me. “That is so fucking hot.”
“You’re a freak.” Alexa pushed off my chest and backed off, now pointing the gun at the
“Is there something wrong?”
“No,” she said, her voice tight with annoyance.
What was that all about? It went beyond being pissed at me for following her. Was she jealous of the cheerleaders? Was she mad that I was acting like this was a joke? But I couldn’t let her know how affected I was at the thought of someone trying to hurt her.
She drew in a deep breath and let it go like she was trying to blow down the door like the wolf in the Three Little Pigs. Meanwhile, I was the real Big Bad Wolf, licking my chops laying in wait for her to enter my den.
She opened the door and headed for the bathroom. I loosened the knot of my tie, yanked it off, and tossed it onto the unmade bed. Visions of tying a naked Alexa to the headboard crowded out all other thoughts.
Coming out of the master bathroom, she relaxed her stance and slid the gun into her bra holster. “Well, I’ll leave you to… whatever.” She looked calm, but her voice was full of apprehension.
Maybe now that she had done her job and we were safely in my apartment, she would loosen up a little.
I blocked her path, ready to run my Hail-Mary-pass play. I laid on the charm and smiled that smile that would make a nun leave the convent. “You didn’t check under the bed.”
“I’m sure there’s nothing there but porn and a blow-up doll.”
I laughed. “There’s my Alexa.”
“I’m not yours.”
“Then you’re a little too good at pretending to be my girlfriend.”
“It’s my job.”
“No, you were enjoying yourself tonight. Why can’t we mix business with pleasure? After all, what better way to keep an eye on me than to share my bed?”
“I’m held to a higher standard than you or my male coworkers.”
How long was she going to hide behind that logic? “Spare me the feminist bullshit.”
“It’s not bullshit. You’re a man. You don’t understand.”
“I understand you’re scared of me.”
She shook her head. “Am. Not.”
“Yes, you are.” I took a step closer. “Afraid of what I can do to your body.” My fingers traced the curve of her cheek until I cupped her chin, tilting it so she had to look me in the eyes. “Afraid of the way I make you feel.”
I saw her want, or maybe it was my desire reflecting back at me. The scent of caramel apples wafted in the air, reminding me of a long ago county fair I went to as a teen. I wanted to lick her. Take a bite out her. Knew once I got past the hard shell I’d taste sweetness and pie.
I bent my head, ready to meet the pink lips begging for mine. The breath between us heated and charged. I wanted her to come to me. The anticipation of her surrender was torture. I knew the reward would be heavenly relief. A little moan escaped her. The sound of it must have broken the trance she was under. She blinked and the hungry look was gone. I’d waited too long. Fuck.
“Wow, you are good.” She placed a hand on my chest in a stopping motion. “In another life I might have fallen for it, but my job is a good enough reason for why I shouldn’t cross that line.”
With another woman I would’ve shrugged off the rejection, but beneath her hand my heart pounded for her, my blood racing to my groin. She’d made a mistake. Now she was more than a challenge—she’d made herself forbidden fruit. I told myself that was all this was.
A lie, but it was my lie to live.
“But I have big reason why you should.” I hauled her up against my unmistakable hardness. The utter softness of her, melded to my body. To the world she wore an armor of toughness and indifference, but in my arms it all fell away.
Alexa’s wicked smile signaled my victory. Then she whipped out her gun and pressed it against my cheek. “And I have a bigger reason why we shouldn’t.”
The cold steel against my skin was a relief compared to the heat she created inside me. “That is so fucking hot.”
“You’re a freak.” Alexa pushed off my chest and backed off, now pointing the gun at the
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