Page 48 of Challenged by the Single Dad

She swallowed hard, still staring at his mouth.

His gaze drifted sideways to the rows of clean glasses behind them. “Grab a wineglass, would you?”

Narrowing her brows, but following orders, she grabbed a stemmed glass.

“Set it in the sink there,” he said, reaching for the bottle of house red.

She did as she was told and watched as he unscrewed the wine and poured a very healthy amount into the glass.

“Now turn on the tap and let it flow into the glass.”

She looked at him like he was crazy.

His smirk wasn’t amused, but almost pained. “Trust me.”

With a slight nod and a lot of confusion, she did as he instructed and turned on the tap so the water flowed into the glass, filling it to the brim and eventually flowing over.

“This is what healing actually looks like.”

Her mouth dropped open, and she looked up at him in utter shock.

He met her gaze and merely pressed his lips together into a thin line. Then they both focused back on the wineglass and the way the color of the liquid inside slowly grew paler the more the water replaced the wine.

Her heart was heavy in her chest and the back of her throat burned near raw as she tried to fight off the tears. Eventually, she couldn’t fight them off anymore, a few slipped down her cheek.

After what was probably at least two minutes, the wine was gone and all that was left was water. The glass was full, but clear.

“See how it took time?” he asked, his voice a deep rasp. “We all have different sized wineglasses with different amounts of wine in them. And our faucets all flow at different speeds.”

Another tear slid down her cheek and she glanced up at him. “Thank you for this.”

His nod was curt and even though the moment was sad, the way he was looking at her stirred things in her belly that were absolutely undeniable.

“Chloe.” His voice still a husky grit that made her nipples pebble in her bra.

“Yeah?”

“You’re standing on my foot.”

She glanced down and sure enough, they were close enough—how that happened she had no idea—and she was indeed standing on his foot.

As if his Blundstones had caught fire, she leaped back. “I’m sorry. Oh my god. I’m just constantly hurting you today. What is wrong with me?” Shaking her head, she grumbled mostly under her breath. Was this what good sleep did to a person? Made them totally unaware of their surroundings or the people around them?

It’s not good sleep. It’s impure thoughts about your boss and lack of orgasms as of late.

Impure thoughts? What was she now? A nun?

She was horny. Damn horny.

And nearly every thought she had about Dom lately was impure. In fact, it was downright filthy. And she’d yet to do anything about it, because that would just make working with him so much worse.

She absolutely could not come into work having just made herself come, back at the hostel, thinking about his blue-hazel eyes tipped up to hers as his head bobbed between her legs.

Her face was one big flame now and she was sure he could see the red in her cheeks.

“Chloe.” He stepped forward. “It’s okay.” He grabbed her hands to keep them from shaking.

“No, it’s not. You’re my boss.”

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