The door to my office swung open. As if seeing things in slow-motion, I watched as the fine man sauntered in.
Hot dddddamn!
Tall, built, and insanely handsome but now with a few light patches of grey on his head. It made him look even sexier than I remembered. How was that even possible?
His gaze had a kind of intensity. It was almost as if his striking blue eyes could touch me and I felt that toucheverywhereon my body.
On my arms.
My legs.
My neck.
And especially on my nipples and in between my thighs.
I felt moisture gather at my center and soak the thin fabric of my panties. Even at the age of twenty-eight, my body was responding to him like a hormonal virgin. What was wrong with me? The man was old enough to be my father and I still felt this way about him, even years later.
Get it together, Elle.
Sure, I’d been turned on by other men in the past, but none of them had ever made me feel as hot and bothered as Jeremiah was doing at that very moment. Only a few minutes around him and he already had the strongest effect on me.
My cheeks warmed and flushed a bright red as I pressed my thighs together to find some relief.
Needing something to focus on other than the striking blue of his gaze, I cleared my throat and sorted the documents on my desk.
It was highly unlikely he felt the same way about me. While he was now a single dad, he always had plenty of grown and established women flocking for his affection.
“Yes?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow. “And it’s nice to see you again too, Jeremiah. It’s been awhile. Over five years? You’re looking good. Keeping in shape, I see?”
He scowled at me, but he was still as handsome as he’d ever been. It was hard not to squirm in my seat. Without breaking our eye contact, he took a deep breath and then opened those perfect lips.
“Young lady, do you know what you’ve done?”
Young lady.
My thighs rubbed together involuntarily, building pressure between my legs.
A shiver ran down my spine at the way he spoke, and I couldn’t help but smile. The closer he got, the stronger the scent of his delicious cologne became.
I pulled a deep breath through my mouth and grew a bit taller in my spine. My new posture made my large boobs stick out a bit and, I could see Jeremiah forcing his gaze away from my ample cleavage.
I smiled.
Thank you Victoria Secret push-up bra.
His brow furrowed, the dark brows pushing together. Jeremiah might have a little more grey around the temples, but his hair was still as brown as I remembered it, and silky smooth. He wore it short as he always had because he couldn’t be bothered to style it.
There was also a little silver sprinkled through his trimmed brown beard. His face looked younger than his forty-five years, even with the scowl.
That facial expression reminded me of the time he had to pick me up from a party, the one time in high school I’d decided to try alcohol. He was the reason I never touched the stuff again.
He threw a copy of the latestLiberty Leaderon my desk. His face was plastered on the front, no less gorgeous in black and white than it was in color. The by-line on the article was, of course, my name. Eleanor Shaeffer.
My friends called me Elle. Jeremiah used to too, unless he was angry. And right now, he wasveryangry.
“Look I know this must have come as a surprise, but everything I wrote about you is positive and accurate. Why are you angry?”
“The fact that it’s been well over five years since I’ve even seen you and our first interaction is after you’ve written an article on my personal life without my consent. How should I feel?”