Page 22 of Naughty Nelle

A smile curls on his luscious lips. His violet eyes light up. “Yes! I’ve remembered something.”

A sinking feeling eats at me. I’ve aroused both his cock and his memory. He remembers how much he loves Katrina.

“What?” I ask with hesitation.

“The day I hired you.”

My eyes widen with surprise. “You do?”

“Yeah. Like it happened only yesterday. It was raining and you crashed your car into my garage.”

I screw up my face. He’s right! I’ve tried not to think about that little incident. Sometimes forgetting is better than remembering.

“I was a nervous wreck.” Just like I am now. A hot wet bundle of nerves. I was in love with his character, Kurt Kussler, but I wasn’t prepared for the shock of meeting Brandon Taylor in person. He was even more gorgeous than I’d imagined. The most gorgeous man I ever met.

Brandon chuckles. “You were quite amusing.”

“I was?” My hands tremble in his.

“Yeah. When you got out of the car, you dropped your purse. All your tampons came flying out. I had to help you pick them up. If I recall correctly, they were the easy-to-insert brand.”

Mortification races through me. I chew on my lip. That episode plays in my head like a scene out of a sitcom. Yeah, I was a total spaz. That’s because I was shaking all over. And it didn’t help having Mr. Gorgeous squatting next to me and trying to look up my skirt. Making me wetter than the pouring rain. And then our fingertips accidentally met, and it was as if a bolt of lightning had zapped me.

I’m not going to tell him about the effect he had on me. “I was freaked out. It wasn’t exactly a joy ride driving up to your house in the pouring rain with all those narrow, winding, dimly lit streets and those crazy drivers whipping down them.”

“I would imagine you’re very good at them now.”

“I’m very good at a lot of things, Mr. Taylor.”

He smiles seductively. “I’d say you are. Are you sure you don’t want to have some wine?”

The word “yes” is burning on the tip of my tongue, but just as I’m about to say it, his cell phone rings.

“Would you mind getting me my phone? It’s on the coffee table.”

He lets go of my hands. Wordlessly, I retrieve it and hand it to him. He hits answer.

“Hi, Katrina.”

My stomach twists.

He listens intently and then says, “Love you too.”

The three little words have a massive effect on me. The ache in my chest overtakes the ache between my thighs. It hurts to breathe. With an avalanche of tears forming behind my eyes, I pass on the wine.

“I’ve gotta go.” I rush the words.

“No, Zo. Don’t go!”

Leaving my massage table and a miffed Brandon behind, I hurry back to my little guesthouse. I don’t even say goodnight.

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