Page 45 of Undone, Love Times Three

“I’m okay for now,” I say. Daniel nods and drinks the whole glass of water. He sets it down, not taking his eyes from me. “I’ve got to get to work.”

“Oh,” I hide the disappointment. Of course he does. This was one night Adele. Besides, I don’t think I could let him near me again right now anyway. “I’ll let you out.”

“Thanks,” he brushes past me and grabs his jacket.

Tightening the sash on the silk robe, almost as hard as I tighten down the ridiculous sense of disappointment, I slip my feet into a pair of flip-flops and head for the front door. Every step of the way, I feel him behind me.

This is a good thing. I have to get the bar ready for opening and I’ve got work to do with the lawsuit.

We cross to the front door, and I reach up to pull the deadbolt down which goes up into the ceiling.

Daniel’s arm goes around my middle and pulls me back. He dips his head down and nuzzles his face into my hair. My eyes close as he parts the robe. Its silk and reaches mid-thigh.

His fingers trace slow circles on my thighs as he takes in a deep breath against my neck. They ghost across my pussy, toying with my clit for a moment. A deep aching throb starts up in my lower stomach and I grow wet. He doesn’t linger though.

Tilting my head to the side, my eyes drift shut as he nudges the loose knot and opens the robe. My nipples harden against his palm as he touches my breast, his lips pressing against my neck. The urge to turn and kiss him deeply almost makes me lose myself again but no. I can’t. Wasn’t I the one who made him promise not to fall in love with me.

This is sex. He got divorced yesterday. I’ve had my heart broken too badly. Daniel would be the worst kind of heartbreak.

I slip out of his grasp and turn to face him. His erection was prodding my back and I do everything in my power to avert my eyes from his dick.

His smile is soft as he looks at me.

“You’ve got work,” I remind him.

Daniel nods. He takes a step towards me, and his hand comes up to the side of my neck, his fingers splaying across the nape. He presses a gentle kiss to my temple.

It’s impossible to read what he is thinking, but that kiss didn’t feel like a goodbye.

What am I doing? Getting dick drunk that’s what. I unlock the door and Daniel steps around me, glancing down at my state of undress. He blocks me from the door, and I smirk. Like I was about to flash any passers-by.

After one last look, his eyes intense, Daniel slips out of the door and pulls it shut behind him.

“What was that?” I mumble, pulling the robe closed around me.

Shaking myself out of the Daniel induced stupor, I re-bolt the door and hurry upstairs to take a shower and eat.

The bar needs to be cleaned up because I didn’t do it last night. I’ve got about two hours before the staff show up.

Forcing myself to forget last night is going to be hard enough, the ache between my legs is going to make it more difficult.

An hour later, after I’ve finished cleaning up, there is a bang at the front door. It’s not time for the others to arrive yet. My cousin is standing on the threshold when I pull the door open.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

Jay runs the brewery, rarely coming to the city. Uncle Harvey is his dad. He worked here for a few years before taking over the brewery, making it what it is today. I know he hates coming to the Hideaway. It reminds him too much of his dad.

“We need to talk.”

“About what?”

He gives me a look that reminds me so much of my uncle it makes my heart twinge. I miss him every day. He’d hate to see what is happening to us.

Jay follows me and sits on a stool as I go back behind the bar. I offer him a drink and pour us two cokes.

“Andy met with the lawyers. They’re talking about 312 again.”

“No.”

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