Page 4 of Privileged (Adrenalin)

“What?” My voice sounds groggy as I blink the world back into focus.

“That.” He points to my stomach as he casts his eyes to the window behind my desk.

I lift my head just enough to see it’s not my stomach he’s pointing at. It’s the raging boner tenting the sheets.

Shit.

I must’ve been more relaxed than I realized.

“It’s not part of the job.” Sloan keeps his head aimed toward the view as my own flops back to the table.

“I should hope not, seeing as it’s illegal.” I rub my hand down my face as some of the tension he just erased returns.I do not need asexual harassment lawsuit on top of this already shitty day.“I’m not expecting… you know.”

“Your–” He waves his hand in the direction of my junk “--business doesn’t seem to know that.”

“My business?” I arch my brow, urging him to clarify.

He rolls those pretty emerald eyes. “I don’t know a better term to use in front of my boss. I didn’t… I mean I never…” He paces back and forth, rubbing his temples. “How did that even happen?”

“It’s a first for me, too.” I let my arm drop to my forehead as I sigh.

“Now what?”

“Now, I take care of it.” I lift my arm just enough to see him avert his eyes from my obvious arousal.Interesting.

“Take care of it? Take care of ithow?”He darts a quick glance to my dick and back again.

“How do you think?” It’s meant to be sarcastic, though based on the way his eyebrows shoot sky high, he’s not taking it that way.

“You’ll just… here?” He blinks rapidly.

I bite back a laugh. “I was thinking about the bathroom. A shower, actually. You didn’t think I was offering to put on a show, did you?” That last part slipped out before I could stop myself, though I’m pleasantly surprised to see the crimson creep into his cheeks when my words register.Now let’s hope he takes them as silly instead of suggestive. I really don’t need a lawsuit.

“What? No!” He takes a step back, holding his hands in front of him in a universal expression of innocence.

“Well, you haven’t taken your eyes off it.”Pointing that out shouldn’t make me feel better.Somehow, he turns even redder.

“I wasn’t. Or I didn’t mean to… Nevermind.” He grabs my towel off the chair and tosses it at me, then starts stuffing things into his backpack.He’s hot when he’s flustered.I wrap myself up and slide off the table.

“Sorry.” I reach out and put a hand on his taut forearm to stall him, noticing for the first time his lips fall just a few inches below mine. “It’s been a long day, I’m not in the greatest of moods, and this isn’t exactly what I expected either.” I glance down so he knows what I’m talking about.Why did his eyes have to follow mine?

He takes another step back when my cock lurches under the towel.

“I thought embarrassing you would take some of the heat off me. I didn’t mean to offend you.” Now I’m the one holding my hand up like I’m innocent.Hardly.

“It’s okay.” He presses his lips into a firm line as he tries, unsuccessfully, not to look at my crotch. “Is there anything I can do? Not that!” he blurts as his words register. “I mean in the future…to avoid…” He waves his hand in place of saying the words, adorably rattled.Damn that’s cute.

“Honestly, I have no idea. Like I said, it’s never happened before.” I flex my hand around the towel draped precariously over my hips. The movement catches his eye, and my dick jumps again.Fanfuckingtastic.

“So, um, I’m used to customers coming into the spa.” He gives me his back and busies himself taking the sheets off the table, stuffing them in the bag. “I don’t know how to bill for this. Do I send an invoice, do you have an account I should charge this to?” He flips the table to its side and starts folding it, carefully averting his gaze.

“Janice will take care of it.”

“The pleasant woman out front?”

I stifle a laugh. “She is actually pleasant. When she’s not concerned I’m running myself into the ground.”

A hint of a smile ghosts his lips.

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