When I say to him that I hope he stays, he gets so quiet and so still, that it makes me nervous.

The look in his eyes! The intensity of it. Heart pounding, I look at his wide, sensuous bottom lip and wish I could just fling myself at him and kiss him, suck that bottom lip into my mouth and eat it right up.

My pussy throbs.

And then, as if something suddenly shifted into high gear, I feel our need and desire rising up and taking an almost palpable form in the air between us.

A dreamy feeling washes over me, and then he’s leaning into my space, his half-closed eyes looking at my mouth. His own lips curling at the corners, he stops. Hovering half an inch away, we breathe each other in.

Then he crushes his lips against mine, claiming my mouth with his; firmly, decisively. His arms go around my back and press me against his densely-muscled chest.

His kiss is soft yet demanding, not asking but taking, teasing and tender-rough, making my heart pound. He grasps my bottom lip between both of his, taking it into his mouth, just as I envisioned doing to his.

My center flares with heat and fire, making me squirm with desire.

Such an urgent kiss, so full of passion, so sure and steady, taking things in the direction he wants to go.

I’m in a stunned, full-body state of tingle…delighted and scared and so turned on.

Wetness seeps into my panties. My nipples grow into hard points, and my spine feels like it’s thrumming with energy.

He growls, subtly, deep in his chest.

It’s the hottest fucking sound I have ever heard. Ever! It makes my back arch and my pussy clench and throb, bringing out instinctive animal responses that I can’t hide from him.

Tongues seek and retreat, his hands going to my head where they gently hold it like it’s made of glass. We part to breathe, his face pressed into mine. One arm stays around my shoulders and holds me tight against him, while the other goes to my waist.

His palm follows my curve to the slope of my breast, where it lingers for a moment, squeezing gently. His fingers brush up and down over my erect nipple, making my pussy throb, before his hand goes around to my back to pull me closer against him.

He inhales deeply through his nose, kissing his way along my jaw to my ear.

Oh damn oh damn. I think I’m about to burn up from the inside. It’s so hot, it’s unbearable.

We have to stop, before we both regret it.

He pulls back, looks at me, starts to say something, then kisses me some more, making that rumble deep in his chest again.

I kiss him back, letting him have my tongue.

So delicious and so dangerous.

“Jenny,” he breathes, when we finally come up for air, “Jesus Christ, I can’t even…fuck! You’re so goddamn beautiful!” He holds me, both of us breathing hard. “But we have to be careful. It’s you who…”

He stops when we hear the sound of an approaching vehicle. Not a moment too soon. My head feels like it’s spinning and my pussy is throbbing insistently.

“Someone’s coming,” he says.

“Shit! This isn’t cool…my car! My car’s right outside…shit!”

He’s looking at me with that look again. That indescribable look. Then, he smiles, white and wide and just a tiny bit sheepish. “Oh yeah. I, ah, parked it around back when you were sleeping. Hope you don’t mind.”

“You did?” Sneaky of him, maybe, but better safe than sorry.

“Yes. The keys were in the ignition. I put them over there on the desk,” he says, pointing. “By the way, your engine is burning a bit of oil. You might need an oil change. You should take it in for service as soon as you can.”

“Oh? Okay,” I say. “Thanks.”

We listen as the sound of the vehicle stops, idles, then starts going again, back in the other direction, until it slowly fades away.

“False alarm.” He turns back to me as his phone beeps a notification. He takes it out and reads it.

“The big trucks are leaving. It’s three-forty-five, which means the workers are leaving too. That vehicle we just heard was probably one of the new guys, going the wrong way. It’s confusing on this site.”

“No kidding! So, I can go?”

“Shortly. You feeling up to driving yourself home?”

“Yes, I’m feeling a lot better. Thank you.”

“Okay, good.” He beams at me, then gets serious. “Jenny…this…what happened here…” He takes my hand. “This should stay between us. Management can’t fire me but I don’t know how they’d view your employment if they knew we were…you know. We should be discreet.”

“Right. Um…you should know that Flora is onto us. She already thinks you…well, I mean, she says she’s noticed you looking at me.” Obviously I’m not gonna tell him how I’ve talked about––okay, obsessed over––him with Flora.

“Shit, is that right? I thought I was being more subtle.” He shakes his head but his eyes are still gleaming. “I’m not saying she’s not a trustworthy person, okay? But we won’t need to rely on trust, as long as you don’t confirm anything. At least not right away. You understand?”

“Of course!”

His eyes are regarding me so warmly. It feels so odd, so illicit, in a way. And so exciting! “I don’t want either of us to have any regrets about what happened here today. If we play our cards right, we won’t.”

I nod. I can tell he’s not finished.

“Good. I don’t want anything to prevent us from getting to know each other. Outside of work.” He looks at me gravely, and then leans forward for a kiss. “We’ll talk about this more later. But right now, I have to get moving. I have to go inspect the equipment and sign off on the day’s reports.” He squeezes my hand and stands up.

“I’ll go first.” he continues. “You give it ten minutes and then leave, just to be on the safe side. That’ll give the ground workers time to leave the area too. No one’s working late today, which means no one should be around to see you leave.”

He gives me a smile, bends, cups my chin, and plants another kiss. “I’m glad you came here today, beautiful.” I feel myself blushing. His smile widens as he looks at me, “I’ll call you tonight, okay sweetheart?”

Beautiful! Sweetheart! Holy crap!

One more kiss, and he’s gone.

* * *

I flop back for a moment and let what just happened sink in.

First off, I’ve never been so absurdly grateful for toothpaste…thank God he had some here! I gargled and finger-brush my teeth with it, so that my breath was fresh. Of course, he didn’t know that, so he must’ve had some big, clanking balls to take a chance on kissing someone with just-woke-up-breath!

A comical thought pops into my mind: The Prince leans in to kiss Sleeping Beauty and gets his hair blown back by her nasty morning breath. Heh. But they hardly talk about that logistical stuff like that in fairy tales or romance novels, do they?

After thinking for a moment, I text Flora and let her know that I got sick and won’t be in tomorrow. She replies with concern and I give her the abridged version. I don’t mention anything about where I actually spent my day.

Of course, now that there’s something to tell, I’m dying to tell her everything. But I know I can’t. It’s one thing to joke around about it, but now that something’s actually happened, it’s a lot more serious. Not gonna take the chance on anyone at work finding out.

My imagination, on a roll now, pictures Flora accidentally letting something slip to a co-worker about how Blake and me are an item.

Then my mind follows that up with a ridiculous scenario wherein a bunch of elderly Delcroft board members come swarming into the trailer and catch me and Blake going at it, right here on this bed. They point at me and call me a slut, fire us both, and then get back in their limo and go to lunch at a strip joint.

I giggle. But, as stupid as that is, I’m suddenly seized with a craven fear of getting caught ‘fraternizing’, and losing this awesome pay check, as well as all the benefits which are about to kick in when my probationary period is up.

That’s what the real stakes are, and they’re high enough. I need this job and the benefits because there’s just nothing better out there for me right now.

My mind never ceases to amaze me in its ability to think of the most negative––and unlikely–– outcomes possible. Yet I didn’t think twice about the possible repercussions of being at Blake’s trailer when I came here.

On the other hand, how could I have known I’d end up zonking out on his pull-out couch?

You never know what life’s gonna throw at you.

And it was so…nice, just sitting so close together, being in each other’s space, especially in such an intimate setting.

He hasn’t divulged a lot of personal stuff about himself before. We’ve shot the shit, talked and joked around…when he’s not being belligerent…but never just talked about our lives.

Certainly, never really flirted so blatantly. Maybe that’s why it came out in such an intense way today. All that built-up tension.

And Flora was right all along! He is attracted to me. I’m happy about that but also, scared shitless.

The truth is, I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m letting my emotions and my urges make my decisions right now.

I wonder, is it possible that a man can make you so damp in the drawers, you can actually lose your mind?

When he mentioned the terms of his contract, and I realized that it means he might be gone in three months, my heart literally ached in my chest. It’s still aching, to think he might not stay.

Isn’t it dangerous to want a man like that? A man who, one minute, plainly states that he might not stick around, yet has no problem being seductive the next.

Yikes! Thinking of it that way makes me break out in goose-bumps, of the not-so-good kind.

Fear and paranoia raise their ugly heads.

Am I crazy to be in such a state over a guy I work for…my boss? A guy who might be gone in the blink of an eye anyway?

I’m crushing on him so hard! Like, about to be head-over-heels hard. My heart sure as hell doesn’t want to back out now. Things have just gotten started.

No matter what, I’m in for the duration. I just hope I’m not setting myself up for a fall.