April
He was on my mind first thing when I woke up.
I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was thinking of Jason, thinking of sitting next to him on the balcony, sharing that wine.
The man looked so good—how could I help myself? And the most frustrating part about it was how effortlessly sexy he was. Even dressed casually for the evening he was mouthwatering, his sleeves rolled up over his taut forearms.
When I finally opened my eyes, I was disoriented. I’d gotten so used to sleeping in my tiny, dingy bedroom in Brooklyn that waking up to the sight of a well-appointed space almost felt like I was in some kind of dream.
Jason. The last traces of a dream floated around in my mind, and the more I focused on it, the more I realized it had been a good one.
Well, good but so bad. The dream was flashes of images, as dreams often were. I remembered Jason being there, the two of us wrapped up in each another’s bodies, the sensation of his strong hands on my skin.
Without thinking, I placed my hand between my legs. I’d slept in nothing but a T-shirt and the pair of panties I’d had on the day before. The fabric between my thighs was soaked. Even though the dream was hard to pin down, it’d been more than enough to get me all kinds of turned on.
And having my hand down there…it got me thinking about him even more than I already was. I was warm, warm and totally turned on.
This is a bad idea. Maybe even the worst idea of all time. He’s not only my boss, he’s a man I’m supposed to be spying on.
I tried to talk myself out of how I felt at that moment, tried to be logical about it. I rolled in bed, going from one side to the other, my hand staying between my legs.
Why had he invited me out there? Was having a glass of wine with the new help something he did with everyone? It seemed too intimate, too much. But it’d been his idea. And then when our hands touched, his skin on mine…Ugh, it was such a turn-on that I almost wished it hadn’t happened.
And then I’d hurried inside after. Did that look suspicious? Maybe I should’ve played it cool. The last thing I needed was for him to think I had some kind of crush on him.
But…did I? Having a crush on the boss—such a cliché. Not to mention what with the spying, he was probably the last person on the planet I should’ve been having thoughts like that about. Maybe that was a big part of it—wanting the one thing I couldn’t have.
So, so stupid. But my hand didn’t move from between my legs. With my free hand, I checked the time. It was a little before sixty-thirty. Willa would need to be up by seven, and from there I’d get her started with her day.
But until then, I had some time to kill.
Such a bad idea. But it wasn’t like I could help myself.
Just do it once. Get it out of your system. I mean, you’re going to be seeing him every day—hell, you’re going to be seeing him in a few minutes. Not exactly a good idea to be horny as hell when you do.
I knew I was rationalizing it, but I didn’t care. My hands moved to my hips, sliding down until my fingers were under the waistband of my panties. Once they were there, I pushed them down until they were at my ankles before kicking them off.
My right hand went back between my legs, and sure enough, I was totally wet. I began rubbing my clit, teasing it as I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.
It was like pressing a magic button, one that made the dream fantasy appear in my mind with total clarity. I was back on the balcony with Jason, the two of us sharing that wine and looking out over the city.
And it was the moment our hands had touched.
Instead of me getting flustered and hopping out of my seat, however, something else happened.
Our hands lingered, and then our eyes met.
A small smile formed on Jason’s lips, and I knew he was thinking the same thing I was.
“Been a pleasure having you here so far, April,” he said. “And more than that, I’ve loved getting to know you better.”
Our hands didn’t move, even though I knew they should’ve.
“Same to you, Mr. Ryder.”
His grin stayed on those sexy lips, taking on an element of slyness. “I like that. Nice and formal.”
I liked it too. Something about calling him that…God, it was hot as hell.