Page 41 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"The next couple of days?" She looks shocked by my revelation. "What? I don’t know—"

"If we spend a couple of late nights working on it, we should be able to come up with something." I shrug, staring at her, pretending that her eyes didn’t fall to my crotch for a few seconds as I talked about nights.

"I mean, I guess, but I have to go home, and I have to feed my dog, Johnson, and take him on a walk and—"

"Bring him over here," I say. "You can work all day and night, and I’ll feed him and walk him so you can concentrate."

"What?" she says, surprised. "No, I can’t do that. He would tear up your place." She laughs. "But thank you for the offer. We’ll start, and then I’ll go home, and I’ll work at home and—"

"But I would like to hear the different iterations along the way. I’d love to see your creative process," I say as though that’s a normal request. And even though that’s not a hundred percent true about everything that goes on at the company, it is with her. I want to see how she works. I want to see this jingle come to life through her eyes. I know that I just want to be around her, and this is as good of an excuse as any. I’m not even going to question it right now.

"I just…" She seems to struggle for an answer, and I can tell she’s nervous.

"You just what?" I say, leaning closer toward her. A tendril of her hair falls out of her bun and in front of her face. I reach up and tuck it behind her ear.

"Oh. Thanks," she says, blinking rapidly as she touches her ear and strokes her hair back.

I reach up, take her glasses off, hold them in my hand, and stare into her wide eyes.

"Can you see me?" I ask her softly, wondering just how bad her eyesight truly is. Hopefully, she’s not blind as a bat. That would be unfortunate.

"Yes." She nods, blinking even more rapidly now. "I can see people who are close to me; I just can’t see when it’s far away. It’s blurry."

"I see." I smile and move my face closer so she can see into my eyes.

"I’m getting contacts soon though," she says, then shakes her head. "I mean, not that you care about that or anything. I just… wait, why did you take my glasses off?" She looks at me with rounded eyes and lips, and I can’t resist.

"Because I wanted to do this," I say as I press my lips to hers. After her initial hesitance when my lips made contact, she kisses me back. I know this is the worst thing I could be doing, but I can no longer resist her and how she makes me feel. My right hand reaches up, tugs on her hairband, and pulls it out so that her hair falls, cascading down her shoulders.

I run my fingers through her locks, and she gasps as she reaches up and touches the side of my face. I deepen our kiss. My tongue slips into her mouth, and she kisses me back eagerly, her tongue dancing a waltz with mine. I hear the guitar fall to the side, but I don’t care. I pull her up off her chair and lift her onto my lap. She moans but doesn’t resist. My fingers skim down her back and toward the side of her body, coming up and caressing her breast. She presses herself into me, and I groan. There’s no stopping this moment now. No matter what my subconscious screams at me about fraternization policies and work relationships. Sometimes, rules are made to be broken.

15

Sarah

Dear Diary,

I know I promised to give you more information about my O, but I’m not the sort of girl who kisses and tells on the very same day. Okay, maybe that’s not quite true. Maybe I do kiss and tell on the very same day. Maybe I do kiss and tell in the very same hour, but this was special. And when I say special, I don’t mean cue the violinist and hundreds of white doves. I mean, it was hot, and when I say hot, I mean HOT. And yeah, I am also a little bit pissed off, which I didn’t want to inform you of the other day. I’m sure you’re wondering why. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you. Do I have any secrets from you?

Love always,

Shameful and Sassy Sarah

Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.

That is all I can think inside my brain as I kiss Ethan Rosser.

I am kissing Ethan Rosser. I am too old to be this giddy, but this is something I did add to my yearly lottery list.

Ethan’s lips are pressed against mine firmly, and I can’t stop myself from melting into him. I still can’t quite believe how easily he lifted me and put me on his lap. We’ve gone from zero to fifty within seconds. I was just about to play the guitar, for heaven’s sake, and now I’m here with my fingers strumming down the side of his face as opposed to the wire strings. His fingers are in my hair, and I’m feeling hardness beneath my bum cheeks. I’m trying my very hardest not to rub back and forth. His tongue is inside my mouth. I’m sucking it, and it tastes like toothpaste. I giggle at the thought. I know what Ethan Rosser’s toothpaste tastes like.

"What’s so funny?" he asks as he pulls away, a frown on his perfect face.

I try not to pout because I miss the taste of him in my mouth. "What do you mean, what’s so funny?" I ask, knowing I’m blinking rapidly but unable to stop myself.

"You giggled just now as we were kissing. I didn’t even know that was possible."

"Oh, I was just thinking that your tongue tastes very minty."

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