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Authors: Erin Nicholas
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definitely wasn’t used to dating girls who thought he hung the moon.
Women liked him. The ones he dated really liked him. He’d even had a couple who claimed to love him. But none of them thought he was without fault. That , actually, was another reason why he could only now date Tess. She’d had very high expectations of him all along. He was only now capable of actually measuring up to them.
“No,” he finally answered. “Not insulting.” He thought she was amazing and beautiful. And the bending-over-a-chair thing was just one of the manifestations of those feelings. But he was going to have to work on some missionary-position fantasies. And maybe figure out what you said in bed to a nice girl. “Put your leg over my shoulder” probably wasn’t on the list. For sure “you feel so fucking good around my cock” wasn’t.
“Good. I don’t consider you liking my breasts an insult either. So no need to be sorry.”
That was the second time Tessa had said the word breasts to him, and he couldn’t figure out why he felt turned on and discomfited by that at the same time.
“You look really nice,” he said. He sounded like an idiot.
“Nice?” she repeated.
“Yes. You’re beautiful and that dress looks great on you.”
“Okay, well thanks.”
“Sure. And I’m sorry that I—” He waved his hand up and down, mimicking how his eyes had gone up and down her body.
“And you want to be my boyfriend.” Suddenly, she turned on her heel and headed out of the room.
“Wait. What ?”
But she kept walking.
“Tess! Hey, Tess, hang on!”
He started after her, but after about six paces, she stopped and swung back. “What?”
He stopped, surprised. “I just—” Shit, he just wanted to be with her. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For whatever is making you leave.”
“You being you is making me leave, Bryan,” she said. “You’re sorry for being you?”
“I…” He really didn’t know what to say to that either. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. You’re gorgeous. And you have…”
“Breasts,” she said with a sigh when he trailed off. “They’re called breasts, Bryan. And they’re not exactly new.”
“I know. I just haven’t let myself look at yours .”
She nodded. “Thanks for clarifying that. Thing is, if you feel bad just looking at my breasts, banging me on your desk at the bar would be really difficult.”
She turned and started to walk away again.
Bryan was so overwhelmed by her words—and the vivid pictures they created in his imagination—that she got to the doorway before he recovered.
“What are you talking about?”
She turned back. “You said you want to be my boyfriend, but I can promise you that if I’m not getting some on top of your desk at the Come Again, I’m definitely not interested.”
There was that extremely graphic image of her on his desk again. It wasn’t his fault that it took him nearly five seconds to think of something other than that. It was biology’s fault.
“Where are you going?” he called after her.
They could go to the bar. Derek might be there, but Bryan could get rid of him easily. The lunch crowd wouldn’t trickle in until about eleven. They had almost an hour…
“Want to head over to the Come Again?” he called louder. Jokingly. Kind of.
She stopped abruptly and swung around. “That’s not funny.”
Yeah, it probably wasn’t. “Sorry.”
“And for the love of God, stop saying you’re sorry!”
“Okay. Sor—right. Got it. No saying sorry and no joking about sex on my desk.”
She looked as if she wanted to say more, but she pressed her lips together.
“For the record,” he added. “It wasn’t the idea of looking at your breasts that made me feel bad.”
Again, she opened her mouth, then shut it without saying anything and shook her head. She pivoted toward the door.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
She paused with her hand on the door. “For a r—out. To do…some stuff.
Women liked him. The ones he dated really liked him. He’d even had a couple who claimed to love him. But none of them thought he was without fault. That , actually, was another reason why he could only now date Tess. She’d had very high expectations of him all along. He was only now capable of actually measuring up to them.
“No,” he finally answered. “Not insulting.” He thought she was amazing and beautiful. And the bending-over-a-chair thing was just one of the manifestations of those feelings. But he was going to have to work on some missionary-position fantasies. And maybe figure out what you said in bed to a nice girl. “Put your leg over my shoulder” probably wasn’t on the list. For sure “you feel so fucking good around my cock” wasn’t.
“Good. I don’t consider you liking my breasts an insult either. So no need to be sorry.”
That was the second time Tessa had said the word breasts to him, and he couldn’t figure out why he felt turned on and discomfited by that at the same time.
“You look really nice,” he said. He sounded like an idiot.
“Nice?” she repeated.
“Yes. You’re beautiful and that dress looks great on you.”
“Okay, well thanks.”
“Sure. And I’m sorry that I—” He waved his hand up and down, mimicking how his eyes had gone up and down her body.
“And you want to be my boyfriend.” Suddenly, she turned on her heel and headed out of the room.
“Wait. What ?”
But she kept walking.
“Tess! Hey, Tess, hang on!”
He started after her, but after about six paces, she stopped and swung back. “What?”
He stopped, surprised. “I just—” Shit, he just wanted to be with her. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For whatever is making you leave.”
“You being you is making me leave, Bryan,” she said. “You’re sorry for being you?”
“I…” He really didn’t know what to say to that either. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. You’re gorgeous. And you have…”
“Breasts,” she said with a sigh when he trailed off. “They’re called breasts, Bryan. And they’re not exactly new.”
“I know. I just haven’t let myself look at yours .”
She nodded. “Thanks for clarifying that. Thing is, if you feel bad just looking at my breasts, banging me on your desk at the bar would be really difficult.”
She turned and started to walk away again.
Bryan was so overwhelmed by her words—and the vivid pictures they created in his imagination—that she got to the doorway before he recovered.
“What are you talking about?”
She turned back. “You said you want to be my boyfriend, but I can promise you that if I’m not getting some on top of your desk at the Come Again, I’m definitely not interested.”
There was that extremely graphic image of her on his desk again. It wasn’t his fault that it took him nearly five seconds to think of something other than that. It was biology’s fault.
“Where are you going?” he called after her.
They could go to the bar. Derek might be there, but Bryan could get rid of him easily. The lunch crowd wouldn’t trickle in until about eleven. They had almost an hour…
“Want to head over to the Come Again?” he called louder. Jokingly. Kind of.
She stopped abruptly and swung around. “That’s not funny.”
Yeah, it probably wasn’t. “Sorry.”
“And for the love of God, stop saying you’re sorry!”
“Okay. Sor—right. Got it. No saying sorry and no joking about sex on my desk.”
She looked as if she wanted to say more, but she pressed her lips together.
“For the record,” he added. “It wasn’t the idea of looking at your breasts that made me feel bad.”
Again, she opened her mouth, then shut it without saying anything and shook her head. She pivoted toward the door.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
She paused with her hand on the door. “For a r—out. To do…some stuff.
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