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"Sara yelled at him when he puked. He doesn't take being yelled at very well."
"Poor guy." When she stood Henry made a complaint noise and rose too. She sauntered toward me.
Desire hit me hard. I wished I could figure out how to stop wanting her. That was what she asked of me. I didn't know if I could do it.
My thoughts scattered when I noticed her magnificent breasts with nipples straining against the sports bra underneath that strappy top.
Jesus, my mouth watered at the thought of suckling them, licking them. As if that perfection wasn't enough, the indent of her waist flaring to rounded hips sent my imagination into overdrive. I couldn't look away. It'd be so easy to slip off the top and push up the bra. I'd put my mouth on her…
"Do you think Henry will be okay and not puke in your car again?" Joley asked, jarring me from my breast trance.
My gaze jolted up to her face, flustered to find her smiling at me. Somehow, I choked out, "Probably."
I gripped the bathroom doorframe to stop myself from going to her.
"Can I ask you a question about all this?" She leaned down to pet Henry on the head.
"Okay."
"What made you choose someone who'd leave you like this?"
I stared at the floor. "Bad decisions. I knew better. My dad always used to say never mix politics and pleasure."
"Smart man."
"It's been tough since he passed last year. I miss his snarky advice, which was funny as hell most of the time, but true. He would've told me to tell the mayor to fuck off when she coerced me…" I rubbed my forehead. "Forget I said who it was."
"Your secret's safe with me." She moved close to hold my hand. I nodded and squeezed her hand back.
"Let's get out of here." I took Henry's leash from her.
She continued to hold my hand all the way to the parking lot. "I parked next to you."
I walked her to her car and opened the door for her. "You don't need to go to the wedding. Not after all this."
"I'm going." She grinned up at me. "You need me to make sure nothing like this happens again. If it does, we'll make sure next time you're tied up you're fully naked and get a happy ending." She winked and shut her door.
Was she suggesting…?
No.
Maybe?
ChapterTwelve
JOLEY
A handful of ibuprofen after my 10 o'clock break dulled my headache to the point I felt human. The source of the head pounder swiveled his chair my way as I returned to the front desk from my third bathroom break in two hours. My supervisor, Nolan, stared at my chest instead of my face. It wasn't out of appreciation and made me feel icky.
The dress I chose to wear today didn't help keep men from looking. It had a few zigzags of piping above my breasts and otherwise dipped low at the top of them. If I'd known Nolan was going to fill in at the front today I'd have worn a turtleneck, even though it was almost 102 degrees outside.
"Get me a coffee from the break room, sweetheart, will you? One creamer. One sugar." His eyes didn't deviate from their fixation on my chest. I imagined putting my knee in his nuts. The wimp would howl like a caught pig and probably call the police.
I'm used to men staring. Normally, I didn't mind, but we were atwork.This was inappropriate. Sexual harassment at its finest. The thoughts going on in his little head probably involved a porn-inspired love fest that had everything to do with him and not an ounce to do with me. I'd learned to steer clear of selfish men like him.
Without a word I pivoted to take the trek down the long hallway to the break room. I took my time getting him a cup of coffee. I considered spitting in it, but I wasn't that kind of person. I didn't want to imagine other people did stuff like that even though my short stint in food delivery made me leery of ordering in.
I slid the requested drink onto his side of the reception desk with the type of patience that should've won me an award, or at least a promotion. An aggressive push from me on the to-go cup would've caused it to slosh all over his lap. I fantasized about the screech he'd have made.
