Page 14 of Claimed By my Frenemy

“God, Mia, are you sixteen? Control your hormones a little bit.”

I want to call a friend, to tell Zoey maybe what happened, but I feel so embarrassed that I gave into temptation, even if it was just a little bit, that I’m not sure I can tell the story without blushing.

No, what I need right now isn’t to talk to someone and relive my stupid mistakes. I need to go to bed. I glance at the file folder that Theo left. It’s the only indication he was really here, that I didn’t just imagine he was here.

And then, I can’t help it. I’m so horny, and I know I’m not going to be able to sleep when I feel this hot. I shove my leggings and underwear to the ground and hop up on the end of the table, spreading my legs like I wanted Theo for do.

Then, I slide my finger down to my clit and start touching myself. I imagine Theo’s tongue on my neck, working its magic again, and his touch is so recent I can almost feel him really kissing me. I imagine it's his finger instead of mine swirling itself in rhythmic circles, running through my warm wetness.

I almost can’t breathe as I stick two fingers inside myself, wishing it could be Theo’s dick. I lean back against the table, my eyes slammed shut as I picture Theo’s chiseled, clean-shaven face and his dick, the one I felt but didn’t see. I imagine it’s him pushing into me.

“Harder,” I say, my voice loud in the quiet room. I imagine Theo slamming his hips into me, shoving himself completely inside, grabbing me hard so that I’ll come.

And then I do. I come right on the dining room table.

I breathe heavily, extracting my fingers and just lying there for a moment before I realize I am going to fall asleep here if I don’t move.

I shuffle to the one downstairs bedroom and duck under the covers, not bothering to shower or brush my teeth. I just want to go to sleep with this warm, satisfied feeling filling me.

But then, next door, the sound of a jackhammer starts up. My eyes fly open, and I glance at the clock. It’s 10:30. Again! He did this same thing last night.

I march to the window and yank back the blinds, but it’s mostly dark. It’s difficult to see exactly what he’s working on. Why the hell does he need to work so late and so loudly and only a few feet from my window?

I think about marching out there and staring him down, but it didn’t work last time. I don’t think it’s going to work this time.

Disappointed that we’re back in the same place we were, but glad I didn’t end up sleeping with the jackass, I turn on some white noise on my phone and try to get to sleep. I’m not able to drift off, though, until Theo finally stops a little while later.

I just have to pray he finishes his construction before I have guests move in, because I can just imagine the terrible reviews I’ll receive if he’s running a jackhammer at all hours.

Stomach sinking, I wonder if that’s his plan. If I won’t sell him the house, then he’ll make it impossible for my guests to have a pleasant time.

I force myself to close my eyes. I can’t keep thinking about what could or could not happen. Construction has to finish eventually. That’s a promise to myself as much as to my future guests.

And if it doesn’t, then I might go over there and take care of destroying the jackhammer myself.

8

THEO

The next day,I’m having trouble focusing on the resort plans. My business partner, Steve, is suggesting a couple of last-minute changes. Normally, I would be more involved in every single change of a project, but I’m having trouble focusing on this one. My thoughts keep drifting back to last night.

The frustration I feel isn’t just about her stubborn refusal to sell. There’s something else going on. Memories from high school keep surfacing, unbidden and unwelcome. I thought I had moved on, but seeing Mia again, talking to her and thenkissingher, has stirred up feelings I thought were long gone.

I shove the plans aside and decide to take a break and run some errands. I drive to the local hardware store, hoping to clear my head with a mundane task. I’ve had it on my list for a week that I’m supposed to look at some of the light fixture options in person and make a final decision on what will be used in the bathrooms.

I suddenly hear a familiar voice.

“Of all the places…” Mia mutters, glaring at me from the end of the aisle. She’s holding a can of paint, her eyes flashing with annoyance.

I take a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. Part of me wants to run down the aisle to her and remind her of how heated things got last night. I don’t know how she found the self-control to step away, because I was long gone. “Mia, I didn’t plan this. I’m just here to look at lighting options.”

“Right, because you have to control everything, don’t you?” Her tone is biting, and I can see she’s still furious from our last encounter. I don’t understand why. I thought things ended on a positive note. I didn’t push her for more after she pushed me away, even though that was what I wanted.

I respected her and got the hell out of her house before I came right there in my pants.

“Look, I didn’t come here to fight. I just want to get my stuff and go. You’re the one starting an argument.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you. Get your stuff…and go!” She motions to the front door.

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