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With a sigh, Jamie turned and continued down the aisle to the sliding door at the end of the restaurant car. I limped after him.
The pain was fading already, but it had done its job. It cleared my head—for a moment, at least.
Then we sat down to work, and Jamie’s scent filled the coupé. We had three days left in here. It would be the longest three days of my life.
5
JAMIE
This was torture. Mr. Hartley was so hot in his dress shirt with the top buttons open and sleeves rolled up. He hadn’t shaved this morning either, and his growing stubble called to me. I wanted to fucking lick it, feel the scrape of it against my lips and tongue…
After lunch, I’d felt the telltale pressure in my chest intensify and had to take precautions. Now my nipples ached with those stupid pads on them. I must have overdone the milking because my pecs filled out faster and heavier than the day before. And my stupid body perceived the tingling in them as something sexual.
I was so horny it wasn’t funny.
In the state I was in, probably anyone would do, and I was stuck with my boss for three more days.
Who was I kidding? I’d always found Mr. Hartley hot. Now, he was irresistible.
I stared at his Adam’s apple. I wanted to suck on it.
Suddenly, Mr. Hartley stood and opened the window.
“I need air,” he muttered.
A cold breeze swept through the coupé, sending papers aflutter.
“Oh, sorry.”
We both fumbled to catch the printouts, our hands touching. I pulled back as if he had burned me. He collected the papers and put them into a folder.
“You can take the rest of the day off, Jamie.”
“It’s half past five already.”
He glanced at me, his eyebrows scrunched together. “I’m sorry. I lost track of time. Please, go. Be free.”
I smiled. “We’re on a train. Not like I have anything else to do than work.”
“Have you been to the skyline car? It’s going to be pretty during sunset. Have a few drinks and put them on my tab. Shoo. Go.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me?” I joked.
I should be running away from him, but now that he’d ordered me to leave, I didn’t want to.
He gave me a soft, self-deprecating smile. “I’m trying to keep you from hating me.”
God, he was so cute when he smiled like that. And his shoulders in that shirt… That stubble…
“All right. I’m going. But if I get drunk on twenty-dollar cocktails at the skyline car, you only have yourself to blame.”
“I take full responsibility. Knock yourself out.”
I backed toward the narrow hallway. “Call me if you need anything.”
“I won’t. Thank you, Jamie.”
“Okay.”
