Page 21 of Some Like It Fox

But then she shifts closer, and our hands brush again, and this time, she doesn’t pull away.

Neither do I.

The entire room goes fuzzy. Forgotten. Inconsequential. It’s only me and Taylor and the centimeter of her skin against mine.

It’s nothing and everything.

I’m thrown back in time to the sofa, Taylor half naked and spread out in front of me like a decadent buffet. My scalp prickles at the memory of her fingers clenching in my hair.

My body tightens and hardens.

I want her more than I want my next breath.

The song ends, and Luke croons another slow-paced love song. A few couples sway onto the dance floor.

Archer sweeps by us, grabbing Finley by the waist. She laughs in delight as he spins her away.

The draw of having her in my arms again is too strong to resist. I hold out my hand to Taylor. “Dance?”

After a second’s hesitation, she takes it.

Her fingers lift to my shoulders, sliding in near my neck. “So. How exactly did you come to be working for my family?”

My hands lower to her hips, gripping gently. “I ran into Finley and Archer at Woody’s the morning after—ah, the morning after your bus ran out of gas. They invited me to Christmas dinner.”

Her brows lift. “You ate Christmas dinner with my family?”

I duck my head to speak closer to her ear. “Finley asked me to dinner, then she asked me to head their science camp division. I supervise some of the other counselors. You didn’t know?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I’ve been... I haven’t been home in a while. Things have been busy.”

Her eyes pause for a second over my shoulder. One of her eyebrows lifts, the corner of her mouth twitching.

“What is it?”

“Your, uh, friend, Eve. If looks could kill there would be a filet-o-Taylor all over this lovely concrete floor.”

“A filet-o-Taylor would be a terrible thing.”

Her eyes flick to the side and then back to my face. “Is there something there I should be concerned about? Am I going to get jumped when I leave the room?”

I shake my head. “No. It’s not like that.”

“Something tells me itcouldbe like that.”

I search her eyes. Her tone is light and teasing, and yet... sheisjealous.

The knowledge is selfishly gratifying. “It might be like that for her, but I’m not interested.”

Her fingers clench on my shoulders. “Why not?”

I press my lips together to suppress a smile. “We work together. And I’m her boss.”

“And if you didn’t work together?”

I shrug. “I don’t have any feelings for her. Not in that way.”

She bites her lip. “But she’s hot. You don’t have to have feelings for someone for it to be something.”

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