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this," I tell her, exasperated.
"You have feelings for him," Emma smiles at me.
Wait. What?
"You kidding me? I've known Caleb for years, he's a friend―at least I thought he was," I mumble. "Besides, I don't see him like that, I–" But as soon as the words leave my mouth, I recognize the lie in them and shut my mouth with a snap. Something is happening to me and I don't know if I like it. I can't deny my body's instant response to him, the need to touch him, taste him, and the surge of feelings that evoked in me, but it also makes me feel unusually vulnerable, and that I do not like at all.
Emma is quietly observing as I process the little bit of insight I've just gleaned, and I finally turn to her, not quite ready to drop all my defenses.
"Whatever messed up thing I might be feeling, Emma, it's probably a result of my scrambled brain. I hardly recognize myself these days, and what I do see, I can barely stand. I can pretty much guarantee that whatever misplaced emotions I might have, Caleb has zero feelings for me."
"That man feels for you. I don't care what excuses you pull out of your hat. If you gave yourself a minute to think clearly, you'd see that no one would be so attentive and protective of someone they saw as a responsibility. Smarten up."
The sharp retort hit its mark as I’m once again put in my place. I take a minute to consider Emma's words before I answer carefully.
"Not so sure you're right about Caleb, though. He tore out of here pretty fast when I... when he... oh, never mind."
"Oh pray tell. I just know this is too good to ignore," Emma begs, a lighter tone to her voice.
"Let's just say for a minute it got intimate and I guess he immediately regretted it because he was gone so fast, I didn't even see him leave"
"You didn't see me leave because your head was still down. I know, because I looked over my shoulder."
My heart skips up in my throat when hear the familiar smooth voice coming from the doorway. I look up to see Caleb standing there. How in hell did he get in here? I didn't hear a thing.
"And for the record, there are many things I regret, but that 'intimate moment', as you so eloquently put it, is not one of them."
As Caleb's hazel eyes drill into mine, the intensity turning them almost dark brown, I can sense Emma sliding off the bed.
"Well now," she announces, "I have a feeling my presence is no longer needed here." And jauntily maneuvers her walker through the doorway where she stops to give Caleb a pat on his chest. "About fucking time, buddy," she says, before leaving through the front door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
T he sight of her dark head bending forward, long lashes feathered on her cheekbones and her wet, pink tongue sliding out to taste my cock is like a 150,000 volt electric jolt to my system that instantly sets all my body hair on end. The urge to grab her head and force myself deep into the hot recesses of her mouth is making me shake. Have her suck me hard and make me spill myself down her throat . With my last thread of control, before I molest her where she sits, I force myself to step back, tuck my painfully hard erection in my jeans and walk out the door. One look over my shoulder before leaving the bedroom gives me a glimpse of a confused, rejected, and embarrassed Katie. Fuck. I've come to care for this woman so much, which is why I’m determined to get a grip before I trust myself near her again, so without another word, I head over to the main house.
"I'm screwed." Is what I tell Gus when I barge into his office.
He’s sitting with his back to the door, working on one of the various computers on his desk. Without turning around, he deadpans, "Yeah? What else is new?"
"Serious here, man. I'm on eggshells, constantly fucking up. Can't say the right thing if my life depended on it." My fingers are furiously tapping the edge of the desk with barely contained energy.
"Stop that."
"What?"
Gus swivels his chair around and grabs my wrist, " That ," he says firmly,
"You have feelings for him," Emma smiles at me.
Wait. What?
"You kidding me? I've known Caleb for years, he's a friend―at least I thought he was," I mumble. "Besides, I don't see him like that, I–" But as soon as the words leave my mouth, I recognize the lie in them and shut my mouth with a snap. Something is happening to me and I don't know if I like it. I can't deny my body's instant response to him, the need to touch him, taste him, and the surge of feelings that evoked in me, but it also makes me feel unusually vulnerable, and that I do not like at all.
Emma is quietly observing as I process the little bit of insight I've just gleaned, and I finally turn to her, not quite ready to drop all my defenses.
"Whatever messed up thing I might be feeling, Emma, it's probably a result of my scrambled brain. I hardly recognize myself these days, and what I do see, I can barely stand. I can pretty much guarantee that whatever misplaced emotions I might have, Caleb has zero feelings for me."
"That man feels for you. I don't care what excuses you pull out of your hat. If you gave yourself a minute to think clearly, you'd see that no one would be so attentive and protective of someone they saw as a responsibility. Smarten up."
The sharp retort hit its mark as I’m once again put in my place. I take a minute to consider Emma's words before I answer carefully.
"Not so sure you're right about Caleb, though. He tore out of here pretty fast when I... when he... oh, never mind."
"Oh pray tell. I just know this is too good to ignore," Emma begs, a lighter tone to her voice.
"Let's just say for a minute it got intimate and I guess he immediately regretted it because he was gone so fast, I didn't even see him leave"
"You didn't see me leave because your head was still down. I know, because I looked over my shoulder."
My heart skips up in my throat when hear the familiar smooth voice coming from the doorway. I look up to see Caleb standing there. How in hell did he get in here? I didn't hear a thing.
"And for the record, there are many things I regret, but that 'intimate moment', as you so eloquently put it, is not one of them."
As Caleb's hazel eyes drill into mine, the intensity turning them almost dark brown, I can sense Emma sliding off the bed.
"Well now," she announces, "I have a feeling my presence is no longer needed here." And jauntily maneuvers her walker through the doorway where she stops to give Caleb a pat on his chest. "About fucking time, buddy," she says, before leaving through the front door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
T he sight of her dark head bending forward, long lashes feathered on her cheekbones and her wet, pink tongue sliding out to taste my cock is like a 150,000 volt electric jolt to my system that instantly sets all my body hair on end. The urge to grab her head and force myself deep into the hot recesses of her mouth is making me shake. Have her suck me hard and make me spill myself down her throat . With my last thread of control, before I molest her where she sits, I force myself to step back, tuck my painfully hard erection in my jeans and walk out the door. One look over my shoulder before leaving the bedroom gives me a glimpse of a confused, rejected, and embarrassed Katie. Fuck. I've come to care for this woman so much, which is why I’m determined to get a grip before I trust myself near her again, so without another word, I head over to the main house.
"I'm screwed." Is what I tell Gus when I barge into his office.
He’s sitting with his back to the door, working on one of the various computers on his desk. Without turning around, he deadpans, "Yeah? What else is new?"
"Serious here, man. I'm on eggshells, constantly fucking up. Can't say the right thing if my life depended on it." My fingers are furiously tapping the edge of the desk with barely contained energy.
"Stop that."
"What?"
Gus swivels his chair around and grabs my wrist, " That ," he says firmly,
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