Page 6 of Falling for Them

It might be worth it.

After what felt like an eternity, Libby finally came out of the bathroom. She’d put her blonde hair in a braid, and fuck, she looked good in my shirt.

She turned on the light in the hallway before closing the bedroom door so only a sliver of light came in.

“Scared of the dark?” I teased as she rounded the foot of the bed and climbed in on the other side.

“It helps me sleep.” She reached over and turned off the light on the nightstand, keeping her back to me.

“It’s not good for your circadian rhythm to have a light on.” I was tempted to get up and turn it off but rolled onto my side to stare at the back of her head instead. It sounded childish, but I was enjoying pushing her buttons, especially since that was what seemed to get her to notice me.

What the hell was wrong with me? I was pushing thirty yet acting like I was twelve. I’d already gone through my quarter-life crisis, so what was this?

“Let me guess, you like it pitch black to match your soul?” She yawned.

“I like it pitch black because I’m an adult.” I rolled onto my back, trying to get comfortable. “Once you’re asleep, I’ll turn it off.”

She sat up and stared down at me, giving me a look that both made my balls retract and my dick twitch. “You’ll leave it on.”

My eyes went to her mouth, and I propped myself up on my forearms. “Tell me why.”

Her eyes traveled to my flexing arms and abs. “It’s none of your business.” She flipped her pillow over and flopped back down with a sigh. “Just... don’t.”

“Fine.” I lay back down, folding my hands on my stomach to stop myself from reaching over and wrapping her braid around my hand.

The more I thought about it, the harder I got, and I turned onto my side to face the door. Out of sight, out of mind. Only, she wasn’t out of mind because I could practically feel her in the bed with me. A queen bed was way too small for two grown adults to share. I didn’t often share my bed, let alone share it with a woman who didn’t want me.

But why would a woman like her want a man like me? She was the girl next door, and I was the rake who wanted to use her braid to guide her mouth to my cock. And then there was the dilemma of us working together.

Fuck. Now I was thinking about doing it in my office.

Was the heater on, or was I having a hot flash?

I hated sleeping in pajamas, and the damn things were already getting all wonky. I freed a leg from under the blankets and rolled to face her again, the cool air hitting my back. When that wasn’t cutting it, I rolled onto my back again, pushing the blankets off me. My dick was hard now, and I contemplated going into the bathroom farthest from the room to take care of it.

“Will you stop moving, please?” Libby didn’t move a muscle, which was for the best since my hard-on was very noticeable, especially with the soft light coming in from the hallway. Picture-worthy, even.

I adjusted myself and turned my pillow on its side to give my head more of a boost. “I’m not used to this side of the bed.”

“Then why did you move there?” The frustration in her voice only spurred me on.

“So you can’t escape so easily.” I honestly don’t know why I’d switched sides; it felt like something I should do.

She looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. “And here I thought you might actually have a heart.”

The hard thudding currently going on in my chest indicated that yes, I indeed had a heart despite popular belief. “Why do you hate me so much?”

“Is now really the time to have a heart-to-heart? I don’t hate you.” She rolled over to face me, her eyes immediately going to my crotch and staying there longer than necessary.

“Could have fooled me. Now is as good a time as any. You have my undivided attention.” I pulled the blanket up to cover my lower half. “Tell me.”

She finally looked away from my dick. “You have no consideration for other people.”

“Is this about me taking the corner office? If it’s that big of a deal to you, you can have it.” I drummed my fingers on my stomach. “Or is this about the fundraising dinner?”

We’d had many disagreements over fundraising activities, mostly because she didn’t realize that to get donations, we had to spend money to get the attention of the big donors.

“Forget it. You wouldn’t understand.” She started to turn away, and I reached over and ran my knuckles across her arm. She froze, looking down at where I touched her. “What about the... um... sausage?”

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