driving him nuts. Wes flicked on the shower spray and hastily shed his clothing then stepped under the cool spray.
He couldn't even explain his reaction to her. Leigh Ann wasn't one of those flirty women, like Laura had been. But every moment of the day, he knew exactly where she was in proximity to his dick. And he was with her twenty-four hours a day. Something had to give soon, or Wes really was going to go blind like his mother had warned him as a teenager.
If that wasn't bad enough, his son seemed to be just as smitten with her. Last night, when he came home, he found the house spotless and Trey curled up in her lap in his recliner sleeping. She had handed him off to Wes, but not before kissing his son good night. Since she wasn't going to be permanent in their lives, Wes didn't want either of them getting too attached to her.
He had to get her out of his house, before any of them got too comfortable with her living here. Maybe if he just saw her in the office, he could put some distance between them. For now, he was just going to have to keep avoiding her. Find reasons to be out of the office. But that wasn't very easy to do at home, without coming off as rude. Wes was running out of excuses to hide out in his room like a coward, after they had dinner at night. It was getting old too, being a prisoner in his own home.
He had to find some relief soon, and get some sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, all he thought about was the woman across the hall, and how easy it would be to join her in his spare bed. He knew exactly how many steps separated their rooms, he had actually paced them off the other day, after she left to go to the office before he did.
Last night had been the worst.
Pictures in his mind of her in a lacy black concoction waiting for him there, her soft smooth skin cocooned in the cool cotton sheets left him hard, hot and frustrated. At five in the morning, he finally gave up on rest, and untangled himself from the sheets to go down to his office and run on the treadmill. Four miles hadn't touched his edginess, so he ran two more before giving up to come back to his room to shower.
Wes wasn't much on one-night stands, but right now that was probably exactly what he needed to take the edge off. With someone other than his new house guest and assistant.
Huffing out a frustrated breath, Wes walked out of the bathroom toweling his hair dry as he strode across his bedroom toward the clothes he'd laid out on the bed earlier. For a minute, he thought something was wrong with his eyes, because the room looked hazy.
Blinking twice to clear his vision, Wes suddenly realized the haze was actually smoke floating near the ceiling. The overpowering smell burnt his nose and sent a knife-sharp pain through his skull, right between his eyes. Panic had his heart pounding, as Wes quickly wrapped the towel around his hips and ran out into the hallway.
"Trey! Get out of the house!" he shouted, running to fling open his son's bedroom door. Trey stirred, and Wes jerked his arm to drag him out of bed and into the hallway with him. "Hurry, son, get out of the house!"
Wes ran behind him to the stairs, his feet skidding across the polished wood floor as he scrambled downstairs. The smoke got thicker with every step, the acrid smell more intense. In the kitchen, the fire alarm blared and the smoke was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Covering his nose, Wes sprinted to the stove, grabbed a towel then slid the flaming skillet to the back burner, before twisting the knob to shut off the stove. Flames from the still-burning skillet licked at the bottom of the cabinet, so he grabbed the fire extinguisher from under the cabinet to give the skillet one blast of white powder to smother them. When the dust settled, Wes saw that the bottom of his upper cabinet was coated in soot and grease, the edge of the wood charred.
"Shit!" he cursed using the towel on the
He couldn't even explain his reaction to her. Leigh Ann wasn't one of those flirty women, like Laura had been. But every moment of the day, he knew exactly where she was in proximity to his dick. And he was with her twenty-four hours a day. Something had to give soon, or Wes really was going to go blind like his mother had warned him as a teenager.
If that wasn't bad enough, his son seemed to be just as smitten with her. Last night, when he came home, he found the house spotless and Trey curled up in her lap in his recliner sleeping. She had handed him off to Wes, but not before kissing his son good night. Since she wasn't going to be permanent in their lives, Wes didn't want either of them getting too attached to her.
He had to get her out of his house, before any of them got too comfortable with her living here. Maybe if he just saw her in the office, he could put some distance between them. For now, he was just going to have to keep avoiding her. Find reasons to be out of the office. But that wasn't very easy to do at home, without coming off as rude. Wes was running out of excuses to hide out in his room like a coward, after they had dinner at night. It was getting old too, being a prisoner in his own home.
He had to find some relief soon, and get some sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, all he thought about was the woman across the hall, and how easy it would be to join her in his spare bed. He knew exactly how many steps separated their rooms, he had actually paced them off the other day, after she left to go to the office before he did.
Last night had been the worst.
Pictures in his mind of her in a lacy black concoction waiting for him there, her soft smooth skin cocooned in the cool cotton sheets left him hard, hot and frustrated. At five in the morning, he finally gave up on rest, and untangled himself from the sheets to go down to his office and run on the treadmill. Four miles hadn't touched his edginess, so he ran two more before giving up to come back to his room to shower.
Wes wasn't much on one-night stands, but right now that was probably exactly what he needed to take the edge off. With someone other than his new house guest and assistant.
Huffing out a frustrated breath, Wes walked out of the bathroom toweling his hair dry as he strode across his bedroom toward the clothes he'd laid out on the bed earlier. For a minute, he thought something was wrong with his eyes, because the room looked hazy.
Blinking twice to clear his vision, Wes suddenly realized the haze was actually smoke floating near the ceiling. The overpowering smell burnt his nose and sent a knife-sharp pain through his skull, right between his eyes. Panic had his heart pounding, as Wes quickly wrapped the towel around his hips and ran out into the hallway.
"Trey! Get out of the house!" he shouted, running to fling open his son's bedroom door. Trey stirred, and Wes jerked his arm to drag him out of bed and into the hallway with him. "Hurry, son, get out of the house!"
Wes ran behind him to the stairs, his feet skidding across the polished wood floor as he scrambled downstairs. The smoke got thicker with every step, the acrid smell more intense. In the kitchen, the fire alarm blared and the smoke was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Covering his nose, Wes sprinted to the stove, grabbed a towel then slid the flaming skillet to the back burner, before twisting the knob to shut off the stove. Flames from the still-burning skillet licked at the bottom of the cabinet, so he grabbed the fire extinguisher from under the cabinet to give the skillet one blast of white powder to smother them. When the dust settled, Wes saw that the bottom of his upper cabinet was coated in soot and grease, the edge of the wood charred.
"Shit!" he cursed using the towel on the
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