TJ

 

 

I pull out the panties and sniff.

God, so fucking perfect.

They smell like sweetness and sin. The perfect combination from a perfect night together.

She had these on when she first kissed me … I’ll remember that and think of it every time I take them out of my drawer for a whiff.

I admit, I’m a sleazy bastard, but I don’t give a fuck when it comes to her.

Apparently, she’s roused a flame in me I thought I’d never find. A girl who could keep me hooked. Someone who fights back just as hard as I push. Someone who can be my match.

And still …

I lower the panties and reluctantly tuck them back into my desk.

The fact remains that I did something that could spark an outrage if found out.

And not just that; if she discovers my entire collection, I’m screwed.

We’re done. Finished.

I can’t let it happen.

The only problem is, am I willing to sacrifice my personal pleasure to gain her affection?

To make her stay?

I don’t know. At least, not yet. Not as long as she isn’t willing to admit there’s more between us than just sex. More than just a spark. If only she’d be willing to explore …

I’m more than willing to discover every nook and cranny of her body, anyway.

I smirk to myself, thinking about what I’m going to do next time I see her.

I’ll make her see she can’t fight against her own desires, nor mine.

I check my watch and tap my desk. It’s Monday, early morning, and she still isn’t here. That, or she hasn’t even said good morning. When I go to check, her desk is still empty. So I decide to text her instead.

 

TJ: Where are you?

 

It takes her a while to respond.

 

Lesley: Coming.

 

Wish she was.

 

TJ: You should’ve been here by now.

Lesley: Sorry. Pepper’s sick, and I was bringing the new toy I made.

TJ: Really? I’m curious.

Lesley: If you stop texting me, maybe I can finally go.

TJ: Not in a good mood?

Lesley: That depends on whether you’re going to give me a hard time.

TJ: I won’t, but if you ask nicely, I’ll give you something else hard.

Lesley: Really? Again?

TJ: Too soon?

Lesley: How about never?

TJ: Too late for that.

 

I grin. I don’t even have to see her face to know she’s fuming.

 

Lesley: I’m not talking about this via text. I’m coming as soon as I can.

TJ: Good, then we’ll talk when you’re here in person.

 

She doesn’t respond, which I assume is because she’s still trying to avoid me after everything. When will she learn there’s no denying what we did? She can pretend it never happened all she likes, but it did, and I intend to discuss it.

And I intend to do it again.

I just have to make sure not to expose her to my dirty secrets. Like that panty addiction I have.

It’s a little too early to declare I’ll never sniff them again for her. We haven’t even gotten to the trust stage yet, let alone boyfriend and girlfriend.

For now, I’ll keep my secret … and I’ll make sure I get to keep her too.

It’s about time I settled down. That’s what my pops would say anyway. Not that he’d approve of her, but still, I’m doing the best I can to make him proud. I wonder if he knows.

Not soon after, someone knocks on my door, and it opens before I can even say come in.

“I’m here; I’m here.” She’s puffing, totally out of breath as she puts Pepper on the floor, who immediately runs toward Dozer to play with him.

“Jesus, what did you do?” I ask, laughing a bit.

“I ran,” she mutters. “Five blocks.”

“Why?” I get up from my seat.

“Well, you said I was late,” she says.

“Right … but you look like you’re dying.”

“I’m fine,” she says, sweating like crazy as she wipes off her face. “I just … need a … minute.” She bends over with her hands on her knees, clearly wiped out.

“You didn’t have to run,” I say, walking to her.

“I don’t like being late for work,” she says.

“I really don’t mind. Honestly,” I say, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She quickly jerks back. “You texted me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to start running. It wasn’t that important.”

“Well … it’s work. Of course, it’s important. I wanna keep this job.”

I raise a brow. “So you like it here?”

“Well … yeah. Otherwise, I wouldn’t still be here, would I?”

Her straightforwardness makes me smile. Not a lot of people would dare to say such a thing to their boss. But she does, which is why I admire her. She doesn’t back down and isn’t afraid of anything, except her own failing, even when she didn’t.

“That’s good to hear,” I say. “So … you had something?”

“Yes.” She rummages in her bag and takes out another toy. This time it’s a disc, but with fluffy balls attached. “Look!” She throws it around the room, smashing a plant pot, which makes her squeal and cover her eyes. “Sorry!”

However, Pepper immediately makes a run for it, snatching it off the floor and thrashing it around like it’s prey. Dozer follows suit, trying to snatch the toy from her mouth, despite the fact he normally doesn’t like new things.

“Love it!” I say. It’s a clear winner with both dogs.

“You do?”

“Yeah, of course. Look at how she’s playing.” We both gape at Pepper who’s chewing on the balls and swinging the disc into the air.

“Looks like a win to me,” I say.

“Yes,” Lesley mouths, pumping her fist in the air.

I laugh. “So now that we’ve gone over that, time for the more serious talk.”

She narrows her eyes. “What talk?”

“The … talk.”

 

 

***

 

 

Lesley

 

 

His closeness makes me take a step back, but I can’t go any farther than the door. He places his hands on the wood and traps me inside his arms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I murmur.

“Sure, you do,” he says. “The one where we discuss that night.”

“What night?”

“Don’t play dumb. I know you’re too smart for that,” he says.

I guess I should take that as a compliment?

But yes, I am avoiding it. And for good reason. He’s my damn boss. I shouldn’t have danced with him then I would’ve never let him come home with me. No, scrap that. We should never have met at the Blue Lagoon.

It was all a mistake. I thought I could keep things professional. Guess that idea went down the drain quickly.

“We’re co-workers.”

“So?” he says.

“We should be professional.”

He snorts, shaking his head. “You seem to be under the impression I’m interested in that.”

“Why did you hire me then?”

“I didn’t, at first.”

“Right. Why is that, exactly?” I narrow my eyes. “You had an eye on me, didn’t you? From the beginning. That’s why you wanted to avoid it.”

“Well …”

“I knew it.” I tap my chest. “You knew as well as I did that it was wrong.”

He grabs my wrist and pins it against the wall. “Yet we did it anyway. Guess neither of us can be professional.”

“Failing once doesn’t mean we have to repeat it,” I say, my body feeling heavy as he towers over me, his eyes lusting over me.

“Oh, I don’t consider banging you a failure,” he says, biting his lip in such a seductive way it makes my head spin.

Fuck.

Why does he always do this to me?

From day one, the moment I met him, he’s been trouble. Hormones are messing with my head, and I just can’t get it to stop. Can’t stop feeling like I want him to kiss me and take me on his desk.

And I hate it.

I fucking hate it because if he weren’t my boss, I’d actually be allowed to put my hands and mouth all over him.

“I don’t want this to be a one-night thing only,” he says, his lips so close I can feel his breath on my skin.

I suck in some oxygen. “It can’t be anything more than that.”

“Give me one good reason,” he murmurs.

“I … we’re … you’re my boss.” I’m struggling to find the words.

“So?” Goddamn that sexy smug face of his.

“People will talk,” I say.

“So what? Let them.”

“You don’t understand. Maybe you can do whatever you want, but I can’t. People look up to you. They do what you say. But me … I’m just an intern.”

“You’re so much more than that to me,” he says. “And not just in an ‘I wanna fuck your brains out’ way.”

I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my lips, but I shake my head to make it go away. “No, I mean, they won’t see me as one of them anymore. They’ll think I got this job and everything else because we’re hooking up.”

“I’ll make them see differently.”

“It’s not …”

I sigh. I can’t explain this. How do you tell a man you don’t trust anyone? You don’t. Because it hurts them. And believe it or not, I don’t want to see him hurt.

“I like you,” TJ says, and he tips up my chin to make me look at him. “And I want to see where this could go.”

“I’m not a closet fuck,” I whisper as he leans in closer and closer.

He laughs. “No … you’re a bed fuck. And a desk fuck. And a bathroom fuck. And pretty much everywhere else I can think of.”

I close my eyes and bite my lip just thinking about all the dirty things he could do to me.

But what if this too turns out to be just a one-way deal?

What if he is only interested in fucking me? And then I fall in love and get hurt all over again by some asshole who thinks he can get away with stealing both my heart and my life?

Fuck, no. I can’t go through that again.

I promised myself I would wait until I got a steady job before I’d try my hand at someone new in my life. And I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet. Especially when it comes to TJ Morrows; eccentric, powerful, playful, a go-getter attitude, and above all … sexy as hell. Not only is he exactly my type but he’s also the one person I shouldn’t go anywhere near.

But dammit, when he’s all up in my face like this with those lickable lips and those swoon-worthy eyes … it’s almost impossible to say no.

From the corner of my eye, I spot something that could be my savior. “You might wanna look behind you …” I murmur as his lips are inches away from mine.

He glances over his shoulder, and his jaw drops as he sees Dozer humping the bean bag in the corner of the room. “Dozer, no!”

I snigger and say, “Pepper, c’mon!” Clapping my hands makes her jump into my arms.

“Wait, don’t go,” TJ says, picking up Dozer while looking at me.

I quickly open the door and say, “Good luck with that!”

And as I close the door, I kiss Pepper’s face. “Good job, girl. Getting the boys horny so I can make a run for it. You’re a real lifesaver. And you know what that means, right?” Her face perks up. “Treats!”