Page 7 of Gina's Fantasy

The tears that burned her eyes began to drip onto his chest and she sniffed as she tried unsuccessfully to fight back the need to cry.

“Gina? What is it? What’s wrong, honey?”

One hand came up between them to lift her head, but she fought him, instead turning her head and pressing her upper body tighter to his as she tried to regain control. This time, she shrugged in response to his questions. If she spoke, he would know for certain that something was very, very wrong.

But Flynn seemed to know without her saying a word. “I’ve fucked things up royally, haven’t I?” he asked as one hand stroked her spine from the base of her neck to the top of her ass and back again. “We should have talked before I attacked you in the shower.”

“Maybe, but I hope you noticed I didn’t fight you off.” She rubbed her cheek back and forth across his shoulder then lifted her head to look at him. “But now that our stress levels are under control, maybe we can have that talk without hormones getting in the way?”

Flynn looked serious as he nodded. “Sounds like a plan. But first we need to get you dried off and dressed or my mind won’t be on our conversation,” he said as he ran his left hand down her body and then patted her right ass cheek in a familiar action.

She nodded but swallowed hard, the dread of the past days once again welling up in her. Would he regret what just happened between them once he was dry and dressed? She hoped not.

The only thing she regretted about their relationship was that she had allowed it to go on this long without standing up for herself. She detested feeling like she was sitting in a rowboat with no oars in the middle of a fog-covered lake. She had no clue as to which direction she should be moving in and no foreseeable method of getting there.

Gina followed Flynn out of the shower and dried off as quickly as she could. She hated her body, and even after all this time, still did not understand what Flynn found so sexy about it.

As she pulled on her own clothes, she watched him do the same. She sighed as he covered up all the flesh she wished she could explore, tease, and test for reaction. Since she abhorred socks, she slipped on a pair of sneakers and followed Flynn from the bedroom.

“Is your tablet ready to go?” he asked as he buckled his belt.

“Two minutes,” she said.

She left the bedroom and grabbed the tablet off the coffee table before racing to her office. Once he finished dressing, Flynn followed and circled the room, checking things out as she quickly copied the file she needed and sent it to her tablet.

After shutting down her computer, she grabbed an empty pad of paper from a pile on the bookshelf in the corner. Then she retrieved her purse from its place on the catchall table by the back door.

Making sure she had her keys, she found Flynn waiting at the front door. “I’m ready,” she said, once again curious as to what he had planned.

Since he had not simply dressed and dumped her, a spark of hope that he would not be kicking her to the curb flared. With Flynn though, she had learned he never reacted the way she figured he would. She could come up with three or four options of how he might react to a situation and he almost always surprised her by doing something she had never thought of.

Taking a deep breath, she checked the lock after pulling the door closed. For today, she would relax and follow where he led. She sent up a silent prayer that at the end of the day, they would both be comfortable and in agreement about whatever direction this thing between them would be taking.

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