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completely confused, I rambled after him.
“Look, I’m sorry. It was a nice gesture but I like to keep my professional life—”
“You will receive no such kindness from me again, I assure you,” he said, his hand on my door. “Goodbye, Taylor.”
“Wait ...what?” I stood and wrapped the blanket around me. “Look, you caught me off guard, breaking into my house and I’m ...”
No, Taylor, fuck that. This is a power struggle ...He’s playing with you.
“See you around, Daniello,” I spouted, lifting my chin defiantly.
A slow satisfied smile covered his features before he opened the door and closed it behind him.
I walked quickly to the door, armed the system then threw the blanket to the floor. The ache between my legs refusing to ease, I decided on a hot shower and my hand. I stalked toward my bathroom, but only made it a few feet before I heard my alarm disarm. I turned to look back and saw the green light and wiped my hand down my face in frustration.
I picked my phone up from the counter and made a quick text to Cedric.
Me: Damned alarm has gone haywire. I need it checked out and fast.
Cedric: I can be there tomorrow morning.
Me: See you then.
Cedric would know within minutes what was wrong with it. I trusted him implicitly. He’d installed it only a year ago. If there was an issue, he’d fix it. I’d have the locks changed as well.
Throwing my soaked sports bra and t-shirt on the floor, I turned on the shower and stepped in, already massaging my soaked center. Fury rolled through me as I fought hard to relieve myself and failed. If I’d only shut my mouth and let him do his bidding, I was sure I’d be gasping in release.
I moved my hand furiously, coming up empty as the hot water dripped over my aching slit, even more convinced I hated our arrangement. He’d said goodbye, and if that meant it was already over, I cursed him further for the state he’d left me in.
It was a shame...my fucking mouth.
“It’s fine, Taylor,” Cedric said as he pulled the instrument away from my alarm, unplugging the wires and giving me a concerned look. “A solid hour and nothing. Are you sure it disarmed?”
I looked at him exasperated. “I was standing right there.” Realization dawned on me. “That son of a bitch.”
“Who?” Cedric asked, intrigued.
“So ...” I looked down at my bare feet. “I may have fucked a bad guy.”
Cedric smiled. “And this is news?”
“A bad guy could probably trip my system, right? Like if he wanted to get in?”
“No,” Cedric said with certainty. “Hell no, you can’t just trip this alarm or disarm it easily, Taylor. I told you that.”
“What if he’s a really, really bad guy?” I asked pensively.
Cedric threw his tool into his kit and stood with his arms crossed in front of him. A million times, I’d wished I were attracted to him, and a million times more my body refused to react. I took in Cedric’s shaved head, subtle but attractive features, accusing eyes, and wished just one more time.
“What are you doing?” he snapped, knowing my definition of a bad guy was exactly that.
“Isn’t the question who?” I piped, turning my head with a smile full of teeth.
“Don’t. You aren’t cute, especially in a Vols t-shirt,” he said, pushing past me to make himself at home in the kitchen.
Cedric hated anything that had to do with Tennessee, while I kept subtle reminders of where we came from close to fuel and motivate me. Not that I needed them with my recent dreams.
“So I met a guy at The Rabbit Hole,” I started as his glass paused at the ice dispenser. “And he claims to be a bad guy. And, well, we kind of had a rendezvous here and I think he’s the reason—”
“Are you listening to yourself?” he asked as he sipped his water and gave me a wary look. “Seriously, Taylor.”
Digging my nails into my palms, I cursed my bad decisions. “I’m not this stupid.”
Eyebrows raised, Cedric looked out my window at my view of
“Look, I’m sorry. It was a nice gesture but I like to keep my professional life—”
“You will receive no such kindness from me again, I assure you,” he said, his hand on my door. “Goodbye, Taylor.”
“Wait ...what?” I stood and wrapped the blanket around me. “Look, you caught me off guard, breaking into my house and I’m ...”
No, Taylor, fuck that. This is a power struggle ...He’s playing with you.
“See you around, Daniello,” I spouted, lifting my chin defiantly.
A slow satisfied smile covered his features before he opened the door and closed it behind him.
I walked quickly to the door, armed the system then threw the blanket to the floor. The ache between my legs refusing to ease, I decided on a hot shower and my hand. I stalked toward my bathroom, but only made it a few feet before I heard my alarm disarm. I turned to look back and saw the green light and wiped my hand down my face in frustration.
I picked my phone up from the counter and made a quick text to Cedric.
Me: Damned alarm has gone haywire. I need it checked out and fast.
Cedric: I can be there tomorrow morning.
Me: See you then.
Cedric would know within minutes what was wrong with it. I trusted him implicitly. He’d installed it only a year ago. If there was an issue, he’d fix it. I’d have the locks changed as well.
Throwing my soaked sports bra and t-shirt on the floor, I turned on the shower and stepped in, already massaging my soaked center. Fury rolled through me as I fought hard to relieve myself and failed. If I’d only shut my mouth and let him do his bidding, I was sure I’d be gasping in release.
I moved my hand furiously, coming up empty as the hot water dripped over my aching slit, even more convinced I hated our arrangement. He’d said goodbye, and if that meant it was already over, I cursed him further for the state he’d left me in.
It was a shame...my fucking mouth.
“It’s fine, Taylor,” Cedric said as he pulled the instrument away from my alarm, unplugging the wires and giving me a concerned look. “A solid hour and nothing. Are you sure it disarmed?”
I looked at him exasperated. “I was standing right there.” Realization dawned on me. “That son of a bitch.”
“Who?” Cedric asked, intrigued.
“So ...” I looked down at my bare feet. “I may have fucked a bad guy.”
Cedric smiled. “And this is news?”
“A bad guy could probably trip my system, right? Like if he wanted to get in?”
“No,” Cedric said with certainty. “Hell no, you can’t just trip this alarm or disarm it easily, Taylor. I told you that.”
“What if he’s a really, really bad guy?” I asked pensively.
Cedric threw his tool into his kit and stood with his arms crossed in front of him. A million times, I’d wished I were attracted to him, and a million times more my body refused to react. I took in Cedric’s shaved head, subtle but attractive features, accusing eyes, and wished just one more time.
“What are you doing?” he snapped, knowing my definition of a bad guy was exactly that.
“Isn’t the question who?” I piped, turning my head with a smile full of teeth.
“Don’t. You aren’t cute, especially in a Vols t-shirt,” he said, pushing past me to make himself at home in the kitchen.
Cedric hated anything that had to do with Tennessee, while I kept subtle reminders of where we came from close to fuel and motivate me. Not that I needed them with my recent dreams.
“So I met a guy at The Rabbit Hole,” I started as his glass paused at the ice dispenser. “And he claims to be a bad guy. And, well, we kind of had a rendezvous here and I think he’s the reason—”
“Are you listening to yourself?” he asked as he sipped his water and gave me a wary look. “Seriously, Taylor.”
Digging my nails into my palms, I cursed my bad decisions. “I’m not this stupid.”
Eyebrows raised, Cedric looked out my window at my view of
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