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I dangle the towel out to the side, and he snatches it and wraps it around his waist. Then he steps around me. As he walks past, his right arm brushes against mine. The contact is like a lightning strike. There’s a falter in his step, the slightest pause, before he proceeds to the exit without another word.

This job has definitely taken a bizarre turn. If I had any alcohol, I’d pour myself a shot to calm my nerves.

I just got a full frontal view of Mr Hawkston, entirely bollock naked. And his dick… that’s not something I’ll be able to forget.

If I had a smartphone, I’d be googling whether men get situational erections. If I had been Mrs Minter, would he have got hard? Was it to do with me, or was it to do with the fact he was naked with a woman? Notmewoman. Just generic female with breasts. Maybe it was the cold air after the sauna? But wouldn’t that have theoppositeeffect?

I’d really like to know for sure if it means he’s attracted to me, Aries, rather than me, the stand-in for any female human being at that particular moment. Because for me, it’s all about him. Mr Hawkston. My hot, grumpy boss who rarely smiles and hates to let his kids sleep in his bed. But has the face and body of an A-list movie star.

I must have made my way upstairs in a daze, because I don’t remember how I got here. I’m walking into the upstairs kitchen, and there, pinned to the empty fridge, is Mrs Minter’s note. Small curling script curves over two sides of A4. No wonder I zoned out while reading it. I pull it off the fridge and read the whole thing again, in case there’s anything else I’ve missed.

At the very bottom of the list it says,Mr Hawkston plays golf every third Sunday of the month.

So that’s where he’s going today.

I read the line again, and as I sound out his name, an image pops into my mind, crystal clear. It’s his reflection in the mirror, and his huge, veined cock, standing to attention. A sudden gush of moisture between my legs leaks onto the gusset of my pyjama shorts and my core throbs. I think my clit is actually swollen.

How am I ever going to be able to look him in the eye again?

I’ll think about that later.

Right now, I’m exquisitely aroused and I’m going to have to do something about it. My pussy is aching to be filled, and the penis downstairs is very much not available to me. I’ll have to sort myself out. Maybe I can orgasm Mr Hawkston out of my system and move on.

Fat chance. But worth a shot, right?

I head to my bedroom and unzip the pocket in my suitcase, pulling out my dildo. Bright pink, eight inches, and all mine. I feel a little safer holding it in my hand, knowing I can fix this situation. I can make this uncomfortable attraction to this man go away using this lifeless piece of plastic.

I head into my en suite and lock the door. A session with the pink beast in the shower never fails.

But there’s a first time for everything.

Ten minutes later, dripping wet and exhausted, I arrive like a fricking freight train. I come so hard that I know this attraction isn’t going anywhere.

At least not until I get the real man between my thighs and fuck it out of me.

9

MATT

Iswing the club and slice the top of the ball. It trickles off the tee. I haven’t hit a shot that bad since I was ten years old. Behind me, one of my brothers scoffs.Definitely Seb.

“Take the shot again,” Nico instructs.

“He can’t take the shot again,” Seb says. “It’s against the rules.”

Nico steps in front of me and picks up the ball. He doesn’t even glance around to check no one else is around to see. He drops it in my hand, his dark gaze searching my own. “What the fuck is going on with you? Your whole game is off.”

It’s Aries. The sauna. Her hair. Her breasts. That mouth I want to shove my dick in. But I can’t bloody tell my brothers that.

“Is it Charlie?” Nico questions. The mention of my son's name, combined with the concerned expression on my brother's face, wipes every thought of Aries from my mind. I don’t like it one bit.

“Why would it be Charlie?”

Nico shrugs, but I can tell by the tightness of his mouth that there’s more to it. My heart pinches. Charlie and I don’t havethe best relationship at the moment. “Kate and I went down to school to see him. Took him out for lunch. He was a bit… sullen.”

“Isn’t he always a bit sullen?” Seb asks, stepping forward to join us. He focuses on me. “Maybe if you let him dye his hair blue again, that would cheer him up.”

I ignore this last comment. Seb knows as well as I do that the school would never let Charlie have blue hair during term time, and I won’t allow it in the holidays. Both my brothers are now standing, staring at me, perfectly attired in white golf shirts and pressed trousers. Nico’s the eldest, but I’m taller than both of them. Seb, with his blue eyes and one-sided dimple that appears when he smiles (which is often), has more boyish charm than either me or Nico.

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