Page 4 of Fall In Love With Me (Fall In Love Again)

Two thoughts enter my mind one after the other.

Holy hell, she’s fucking gorgeous.

And then, shit … I’m going to get fucking fired my first day on the job and my first week back in town.

Heat rushes down my neck and I couldn’t give two shits about the latter thought. Aubrey is right on the other side of that door, frantically apologizing as if it’s her fault I busted in on her.

“I apologize, Bree, I didn’t mean to intrude,” I call out, feeling like a fucking idiot. My hand covers my face. How is it possible that I have messed up today so badly?

I thought I was gentle enough, but it swung right open, without a single protest, revealing the woman of my dreams dressed exactly how I want her. In not a single scrap of clothing.

My splayed hand braces me against the wall to the right of her bedroom. It takes everything in me not to bang my head against the wall in frustration. Fucking hell.

With the clipboard in my left hand, I struggle to get out a single word or think of anything other than that glimpse that wasn’t meant for me.

I’m hard as a fucking rock and there’s no way in hell that’s going to change any time soon. There’s a faint sound of a drawer opening and closing behind the shut door as she calls out, “Just a minute!”

Standing up straight, I clear my throat and do my job.

Grimacing, I answer, “I just needed you to sign.” Looking down, my grip is white knuckled on the clipboard and I’m surprised I didn’t crack the thing in half.

Just below that, the outline of my cock is pressed against my jeans and zipper.

As she nears the door, calling out that she’s coming, I’m quick to readjust and deal with the discomfort.

The door opens and there she is in a simple and casual shirt dress. Her skin is still flushed, she’s seemingly out of breath, and as she looks up at me, she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.

The first thought I have is that she’d look better in one of my dress shirts … or it would look better on the floor.

Aubrey smiles, a bright and bashful grin as her cheeks turn red, as if she can read my mind.

Clearing my throat again, I offer her the clipboard.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t see anything.”

“Oh yeah?” she says as she takes the clipboard, scribbling her name down and not looking back at me. “Is that why you’re looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you saw me naked.”

“I truly am apologet?—”

“And like you’d like to see me like that again,” she murmurs. The confidence of her previous statement is dampened and her doe eyes don’t stay on mine for more than a half second before she looks down at the clipboard, holding it out with both hands for me to take back.

And there I stand, like a fool, hesitating to take the form back from her. The moment I do, I leave. That’s my job.

But I’d be lying if I said I wanted this to end that way.

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Aubrey

I don’t knowhow my arms are so steady as I hold out the thin clipboard. My heart is like a wild animal in my chest, desperate to get out. I’m sure he knows how nervous I am. I imagine my face is cherry red at this point.

“Again, I didn’t mean—” he murmurs, his steely eyes pinning me in place so I can’t look away. The rough timbre of his voice sends a shiver of want down my spine.

“You called me Bree.” I can’t help that the comment falls between us, cutting him off and bringing up old times. “Just like you used to,” I add quietly, barely a whisper.

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