My body instantly responds.
Did she mean to do that? I almost glance up at her, but I don’t want to ruin the moment. If it was a mistake, it will only make things worse. And if it wasn’t a mistake, my acknowledging it will ruin the moment.
“That’s it!” she says happily. “Let me wipe you down with a hot towel.”
That’s it? My mind’s racing as she cleans me up. Every primal instinct I have is telling me to spin around, grab her, throw her down on the table and fuck her pretty little brains out. But if I’m misreading the situation…
I sit up, but as I do, I let the sheet that’s been draped over my midsection bunch up and make no attempt to straighten it. I’m so hard it hurts and there’s no hiding it.
“You got the job.” Jennie may be a consummate professional, but her cheeks go red and her eyes flash with excitement. “R—really?”
“You’re damn right,” I tell her. “But there’s just one more thing you have to do for me.”
She knows what’s coming, but she plays innocent. “Wha—what’s that?” I reach out and slide my hand around her back and pull her to me. “This.”
And I kiss her.