Page 7 of My Wildest Obsession

“Where are you sleeping?” He finally asks me.

“Um, right there,” I say, pointing to the bed.

“No. I’m sleeping there.”

“Really? You seem more like a couch guy. You could curl up on this bad boy like a little cat,” I say, patting the small sofa next to me.

“I can’t fit on that, but you can. It’s tiny, just like you.”

“No, I’m too chubby for that,” I argue.

“No, you’re not,” he snaps, and I’m taken back by the forcefulness behind his words.

We’re both silent as we regroup from his reaction.

“You know, it would be the gentlemanly thing to do to let me have the bed,” I try, and he huffs out a laugh.

“When have I ever been a gentleman?” He asks, and I sigh.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“No.”

“Fine,” I sigh. “Then we share the bed.”

Theo looks panicked for a moment before he quickly schools his features.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he says, and I sit down on the couch and kick off my shoes.

The door clicks closed behind him and I exhale long and slow. Tonight is going to suck.

The water turns on and I do my best to avoid thinking about my boss naked and dripping wet.

I fail.

Hard.

He looks like he would be ripped under his suit and I imagine water and soap running down his toned body.

Oh my god, I can’t be imaging my boss like this! It’s bad enough that I’m going to see him when he walks out here. This feels way too intimate. I should leave, but where would I even go?

The water turns off and before I can figure that out, Theo is walking back out, his hair still damp. He’s wearing a light gray shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. He looks so damn good that it should be illegal and I force myself to not look anywhere below his waist.

“Okay, I’m going to take a shower,” I blurt out, leaping off of the couch.

I grab my duffle bag and race past Theo into the bathroom.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

The bathroom is still steamy and it only brings the fantasy of Theo naked in here back.

I strip and crank the water as hot as it will go. I step under the spray and let the hot water ease the ache in my tired body. I grab the tiny bottle of soap and try not to think about Theo just using it.

We’re going to smell the same.

Stop it! I know that we want him, but we also hate him. Kind of. Still, we can’t have him.

I need to get out of here.

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