Page 66 of Branded
But…I needed to see Kailey.
So, I was bypassing the locker room, slipping down the hall as sneakily as my big ass frame could, and determined to sneak a few moments with the woman who was responsible for all my…chafing.
my lips were curved as I peeked into the office.
Then curved further when I regarded the scene in front of me.
Her hair piled on top of her head, a pair of tortoiseshell glasses perched on her nose. She was curled up in her chair, gaze on her computer, fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard.
Beautiful.
Sexy as fuck.
My office fucking fantasy I hadn’t known I possessed flaring to the forefront of my mind.
And then she looked up, saw me standing there…and her face softened, the corners of her mouth turning up into a small smile. “Hi,” she said shyly, pink appearing on her cheeks.
“Little bird,” I murmured.
Her hand lifted, pushed a strand of hair off her face, tucking it behind her ear.
“I dreamed of you last night.”
She shivered.
I crossed to her. “Cold?” I asked, leaning a hip against her desk, close to where her right arm rested.
That arm rose, brushing my thigh, making my cock twitch, and dropped onto her lap. “You know very well that I’m not cold,” she said, and fuck, I loved when she got a little pert with me. I wanted to hear that same tone ordering me around in bed.
My stare flicked to her chest, to where the hardened buds of her nipples were pressing against her shirt. “I don’t know”—I shifted a little closer—“you seem a little cold to me.”
Those cheeks went pinker, but her chin lifted an inch, and her eyes narrowed.
“God, you’re sexy with those glasses and your hair like that,” I said. “Will you play teacher-student with me? Or librarian and naughty patron who’s making too much noise in the reference section?”
Her mouth dropped open. “Smitty,” she exclaimed.
“What?” I asked innocently, then shifted the messenger bag so it was covering my crotch…and my twitching dick that would soon be a full-fledged erection if I didn’t stop thinking about naughty librarians…
Or patrons.
Or Kailey as a teacher, pulling out her ruler and?—
Focus.
I managed to, but Kailey was already turning away from me, reaching down by her feet. “I didn’t want to do this,” she said softly, her breasts bouncing lightly as she straightened, “but the guys picked up on what happened between us, and”—her eyes flicked to the bag she’d retrieved from the floor—“after that”—a gesture toward my body, face to hips—“I have no choice.”
Okay, so my and Kailey’s relationship already being picked up by the Breakers gossip fiends wasn’t ideal.
I’d been hoping to keep her to myself for just a little while longer, to avoid the nosey fuckers and the gossip and what would no doubt be deemed “helpful” interference.
At least for a few days.
Because I wasn’t exactly slick.
My feelings were big and loud and, hell, even that personality test I’d taken said I wasn’t good at hiding what was in my heart.
What people saw, they got with me.
