Page 40 of Tempt Thy Neighbor

“Sorry, princess, no can do.”

“Fine.” She blows out a breath. “Have it your way, then.”

She stomps off toward the bathroom, and I settle in for my wait.

I pick up the tablet I still haven’t given back.Unable to stop myself, I flip open the cover, my eyes scanning the page.

This book is dirty. This book isverydirty.

My cock twitches, and suddenly instead of two fictional characters, I see myself with a woman.

She’s on her knees, lips stretched around my cock. She peeks up at me, and instead of the blue eyes the heroine has, all I see is green.

Instead of black hair fisted in my hand, it’s strawberry blonde.

And instead of some random woman, it’s Holland.

Whoa. What the fuck?

My dick is straining against my slacks, and I have no doubt that if I weren’t sitting in the middle of a restaurant right now, it would be in my hand.

A notification comes through, and my eyes are drawn to the time in the corner.

Oh shit.

I’m due back at work in five minutes.

I slam the tablet closed and push to my feet, stalking toward the restrooms. I bang on the door, calling Holland’s name.

When the door swings open, it is definitely not Holland glaring at me.

What the…

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out.

Holland:Game on indeed.

Well played,Holland. Well played.

9

Holland

“I thoughtyou were kidding when you asked me to help you pick out a cat.”

“Nope.” I beam at the little ball of gray curled in my lap that I just brought home from the animal shelter. I give the sleeping kitty gentle scratches on top of its head, loving the way she leans into me even in her sleep. “I was one hundred percent serious. Isn’t she so precious?”

“She really is,” River says, reaching over and running her hand softly over her short coat of fur. “Makes me want another cat, but I’m positive Dean would kill me if I brought one home.”

“Only because Morris is evil.”

She laughs. “He is a total shithead. But I love him.” She shakes her head. “I don’t know how Dean volunteers at the animal shelter. I’d be bringing pets home left and right.”

“Oh man, when I fostered animals in the past, it was always so hard to say goodbye.” I pick up the six-month-old cat and snuggle her to my chest. “And now I don’t have to.”

“What are you going to name her?”

“I’m not sure yet. I have to think of something good.”

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