Page 35 of Tempt Thy Neighbor

Instead, his fingers wrap gently around my ankle again. He drags them down to my bandaged foot, running the tips of them over the cut.

“I’m sorry.” The words are quiet, but they still ring loud and clear. “I didn’t mean to treat you like your father did. I was just trying to make things easier is all.”

Something shifts in the air, and suddenly there’s a lump tightening in my throat. I swallow it down, ignoring the way it’s making me feel.

“Thank you, Sutton,” I say quietly.

He nods once but doesn’t make an effort to stand, and I don’t move either.

I’m not sure how long we sit here. His fingers dancing gently along my skin. Me holding my breath as they inch higher and higher. The hunger burning in his eyes as he watches my legs fall apart all on their own.

His eyes flash to mine and I’m met with a mixture of surprise and desire.

Then, he clears his throat and shoves to his feet.

“I’m going out.”

He flees the bathroom without a backward glance.

Even though he’s no longer touching me, I still feel him.

And I have no idea what the hell it means.

8

Sutton

I was oddly excitedthat it was Monday when my alarm went off this morning. Being back at the office and putting some distance between Holland and me is definitely needed.

Because I almost caved.

I wasthisdamn close when I saw the blush steal up her cheeks…when she spread her legs in a clear invitation. I wanted to bury my face between her thighs. Wanted to taste her, see if her lips aren’t the only sweet part of her.

But at the last minute, I found my resolve and bolted.

Of course it didn’t stop me from locking myself in the en-suite bathroom and fisting my cock until I came…twice…before leaving the apartment altogether.

I commandeered a table at The Gravy Train and called up Alma to see if she wanted to grab dinner. She was happy to oblige, and I was relieved I had something to take my mind off my new roommate.

Aside from when I pissed her off Friday night and her attempt to cut her foot off, our first weekend living together was uneventful. Other than when I changed her bandage, she stayed locked away in her bedroom while I spent my time either in mine or on the balcony that overlooks the courtyard, pretending I wasn’t interested in finding out if Holland still begs for more when she comes.

Fuck.That moment in the bathroom is really getting to me.

“Hey, stranger.”

I snap my head up to find Emma standing over my desk, her lips pulled into a suggestive grin.

“Oh, hey, Emma.”

Her smile grows, like she’s excited I remembered her name or something. Sheleans against my desk, her tits practically resting on top of my computer monitor.

“I was sorry you couldn’t make it out for drinks this weekend,” she says in a hushed tone. “I was hoping to cash in that rain check from before.”

She texted me on Saturday and asked if I wanted to get drinks, apparently not caring about the no-fraternization rule Jessa has in place. I politely declined her advances for the second time, but from the seductive smile she’s currently giving me, I don’t think she’s taking the hint.

It’s not that she’s not attractive. She’s actually damn gorgeous with her blunt blonde bob and those low-cut shirts she’s always wearing. But I have a rule against dating coworkers.

I don’t do it.

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