“Yeah, it’s a cool project, I must admit.”
Spending the whole day with him has me on edge, so I welcome finally going our separate ways and head to Blissful Balance for a much-needed yoga session. Even in my downward facing dog, my mind is filled with thoughts of him.
The way the clients had hearts in their eyes after meeting with him puts a damper on my ‘he’s not a nice guy’ spiel. He’s patient and honestly cares about helping them. Along with the fact his sleeves got rolled up by the end of the day, which is my personal Achilles’ heel, it’s hard to remember to hate him.
Luckily, the advanced workout gets demanding enough to occupy my brain. After five minutes in tree pose, there’s sweat dripping out of every pore. I love the feeling.
The feeling of being too tired to think—or overthink. I go to bed with aching muscles but a calm mind.
“Did you talk to Connor?”he asks after the last client on Friday leaves our temporary office. We worked as a well-oiled machine, putting behind our differences in respect for the people we’re trying to help.
“Yup. Mrs. Joshi can come on Monday to check out her new apartment. It’s tiny, but it will be perfect for her,” I respond, a smile taking over my face. Mrs. Joshi is an elderly woman that came to the clinic today looking for some legal help, but Matt was determined to find her a better place to live.
“At least she’ll be able to afford it.” He lets out a relieved breath. “Damn, that feels good. I’ve helped more people this week than I did in eight years of my career,” he adds with a self-conscious smile.
“It was your idea.” I sit down on the other side of a small, weathered two-seater.
“That would have been worth nothing without your help. Besides, you all do this on a daily basis—you help people.”
“And now you do, too.”
“Yeah.” He gets pensive for a moment. “I know you haven’t been thrilled with me coming to work at the BYC, but this is probably the best decision I’ve ever made.”
A pang of guilt starts in my chest. Here he is, changing his life, and I’ve been acting like a bitch because it’s inconvenient for me to work with him.
“It hasn’t been all bad. We’ve done some pretty good work on this.”
“Yeah, we have. We make a good team.” His eyes bore into me, staring straight into my soul. Lasting longer than intended,the look turns from curious to something else. Something more...inviting.
“I guess we do,” I agree quietly.
“Fuck, I can barely think when you’re around.” He shakes his head, finally breaking eye contact. “This is not me; you know? Not who I usually am.” He drops his head into his hands. “I don’t have trouble managing my attraction to someone, ever. But then again, I’ve never been this attracted to someone. I’ve never had someone possessing my every waking thought.” His words are poison, burning their way through my insides. His eyes connect to mine. “I’ve never had someone making me question my basic sanity or the ability to control my own actions.”
I feel the same way. But I won’t admit it. I can’t.
The silence gets awkward, so he continues, rubbing a hand over his face. “Shit, sorry for saying all this. You don’t deserve to deal with sexual harassment in your workplace, and I need to respect your decision.”
“What if I don’t want you respecting it?” I’m not sure my voice was audible, but the look he gives me makes it obvious he heard me.
A moment passes. Two.
“Don’t tempt me. I’m not sure I have it in me to resist.” His jaw is set, the hunger overtaking his eyes.
“Why would you?” I add a small smirk.
Another moment passes.
Then he pounces on me like a wild animal. Taking a hold of my jaw, his lips seal to mine, a low groan escaping him.
It’s what I want. This controlled man losing it has become a personal kink of mine.
His lips are soft and demanding, and I’m putty in his hands. The doors aren’t locked so the janitor could walk in any second, but I’m too far gone to care. I grab him by the shoulders when henips my bottom lip. His muscles are firm and taut beneath my hands, and I let out a moan.
“Shhh,” he whispers. “You’re going to have to be silent. Can you do that for me?”
Liquid pools between my legs as I nod my head shyly. Fuck, what’s he doing to me?
Kissing me again, he grabs me by the waist, lifting me up to straddle him. I roll my hips, feeling his rigid length beneath me. The friction does wonders for my throbbing clit and my nipples pebble in response.
