Page 29 of Run with Me

“You frisked me?” she asked.

“I didn’t frisk you,” I called out. “You’re wearing a dress without pockets and a half-torn sweater. There was nowhere to keep identification.”

Her question forced me to pause at the thought of actually touching her. My hands would slide over her rain-infused skin, capturing her tiny body in my palms. It would be slick and soft, guiding me higher and higher. The tremble on her thighs as I reached them would reveal her need for me and she’d let out that soft little moan which has had the power of arousing a thousand men at once, since centuriesago.

Fucking human nature!

I lowered my gaze, pretending to look for something on the counter while willing my hard ondown.

Think of Mary. Think how much trouble you’d be in if she knew that you had another woman athome.

I wasn’t a cheater, but even I sometimes had trouble controlling my drool, or other parts of the body. Having been deprived the past couple of months because Mary was hormonal wasn’t helping my case either.

“Do you mind if I take your temperature?” Xavier fortunately saved me and was kneeling at her side, keeping her attention on his ‘gorgeous’ eyes.

Blargh!

Maybe that’s why they were getting along so well. I’d looked into his eyes for so many years that I’d gotten sick of them. But the women never got sick of them. The ladies oohed and awed at their gorgeous green shine. My best friend, though five years my junior, was as close to me as a brother. He’d saved my life. And those eyes were only one of the reasons women were willing to leave their husbands for him. The other reason was apparently in his pants, but I had no intention of confirming the rumors of his skills.

I am a married man,I repeated in mymind.

And if my wife finds out how hot I think this girl is, she’ll make herself a widow.

My guest didn’t seem to be as afraid of Xavier as she was of me, and so I took my time in the kitchen making tea with lemon and honey. When I brought the tea tray out to the family room and set it on the table, she seemed to have settled a little. At least she wasn’t trying to runaway.

“What was a pretty girl like you doing in a dark alley on herown?”

Her cheeks flushed with pink, and I saw Xavier shift in an uncomfortably painful position, too-well known to me, where your suddenly swollen dick doesn’t fit the right way in your pants. The new color on her face suited her much better than that translucent skin, which was now shaded with a healthiertone.

Her lips were round and puffed up, and her eyes, which matched Xavier’s gorgeously, sparkled.

Jesus, she looks barely legal.

“How old are you, kid?” I asked.

“I’m twenty-four, and I’m not akid.”

She was right. She definitely wasn’t a kid. If I weren’t taken, I’d give Xavier a run for his money with thisone.

“Her name is Anna.” Xavier finally managed to change his position and moved closer beside her. “And she doesn’t know anyone in NewYork.”

She caught his gaze, and I thought something passed between the two ofthem.

“What brought you to New York, Anna?” I asked.

And where did you comefrom?

She shook her head, and the pinch of curiosity I’d seen in her eyes when she was looking at Xavier vanished.

“I’m sorry for your trouble. I should leave,” shesaid.

“You’re running a fever.” Xavier’s hand returned to her forehead. Another roll of thunder sounded outside, shaking the windows. The night was momentarily brightened with a flash of lightning. It was our third gray day in a row, and Manhattan was kept underneath constant fog. “Why don’t you at least wait out the bad weather here, withJack?”

No, this wasn’t even up for an argument.

“I was hoping she could stay at your place,” Isaid.

Xavier stood up and turned my way. “You know that I’m leaving first thing in the morning,” he replied.

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