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to be somewhat built to look so fabulous in his suits, but she hadn't
expected him to be all rippling muscle. And she really loved the glasses and
stubble. It was so un-Henry-like, but damn he made it look good, even as sick
as he was.
Henry hung his head
like he just couldn't keep it up any longer. "Claire, I know this is
totally unprofessional, but can you please help me get undressed? I just don't have the strength, ” he sighed heavily.
"Henry, I think
we're past the point of having to be professional 24/7, ” she said, and set the water and pills on the
nightstand.
"Yeah but this is
like the sexual harassment level of unprofessional, ” Henry snorted.
Claire stood in front
of him, their knees touching. "Not for us Henry, we're friends, you're
seriously sick, and I don't mind taking care of you, ” she said softly and tugged the beater out of his
pants.
Henry barely lifted
his arms as she yanked it over his head. And yep, she was right, he had a six
pack. Good God, he was breathtaking. Claire tossed his beater on the floor then
gave him a little push; being as weak as he was, he just fell back onto the
bed. Claire pulled Henry's socks off while he worked on his belt and pants.
Claire heart pounded and her stomach fluttered. She was actually going to see
Henry in his underwear! She wished that the circumstances were different, but
she'd take it.
Henry put his heels on
the side rail of the bed frame and lifted his hips so that he could push his
pants down. Once they were over his knees, he just kicked them off. Then he
rolled and crawled up farther onto the bed. Claire just stood there staring,
her mouth hanging open. He wore the micro low rise trunks, which were in
between briefs and boxer/briefs. They were white with a baby blue waist band
that had Calvin Klein in large letters around it.
Henry laid his head
down on a pillow, placed his glasses on the nightstand, and flung an arm over
his eyes, completely oblivious to Claire wandering eye. Claire took the
opportunity to ogle him. Now that he was flat on his back, she could see the
sexy “ V ” that started at his hips and
disappeared into the top of his underwear. Good lord, he had an amazing body.
All hard muscle covered in smooth taut skin. There was not an ounce of fat
anywhere. There was a light dusting of hair on his chest, and also a light
happy trail, that lead into the top of his low rise underwear.
"Damn Henry, you
should think about being an underwear model instead of a CEO, ” Claire said, her voice a little
breathier then she would have liked.
Henry's mouth curled
up on one side. "Shut up Claire, ” he mumbled, but his tone was amused.
Claire smiled then
moved over to the nightstand where she put the water and aspirin. "Here,
take this, ” Claire murmured
and waited as Henry shifted to lean up on one elbow.
Henry took the pills
then drank the water. He lay back down with a groan, "Fuck."
"Do you want the
blankets up? ” Claire asked,
stroking her hand over his hair.
Henry sighed,
"Hell no, I'm so friggin hot right now."
"Okay, I'm sure
once that aspirin kicks in you're gonna be sweating that fever out, and then
you'll be freezing."
"I can't even
tell you the last time I've been this sick, ” Henry said wearily.
"Yeah well, I'm
gonna say it's the flu, and you're gonna be down for the week, ” Claire winced, knowing that
Henry was not going to be happy about that.
His eyes flew open and
he gaped at her. "A week?"
"That's how long
the flu normally lasts, ” she nodded.
Henry covered his face
with his hands and let out an aggravated noise, "Fuck me! I can't miss a
week of work!"
"Really Henry,
you're not going to feel up to getting out of bed, and I'm sure Asher can
handle business for a week, ” Claire said, trying to assure him.
Henry grunted and
rolled over, facing her. He punched his pillow a couple times before settling
his head down on it.
expected him to be all rippling muscle. And she really loved the glasses and
stubble. It was so un-Henry-like, but damn he made it look good, even as sick
as he was.
Henry hung his head
like he just couldn't keep it up any longer. "Claire, I know this is
totally unprofessional, but can you please help me get undressed? I just don't have the strength, ” he sighed heavily.
"Henry, I think
we're past the point of having to be professional 24/7, ” she said, and set the water and pills on the
nightstand.
"Yeah but this is
like the sexual harassment level of unprofessional, ” Henry snorted.
Claire stood in front
of him, their knees touching. "Not for us Henry, we're friends, you're
seriously sick, and I don't mind taking care of you, ” she said softly and tugged the beater out of his
pants.
Henry barely lifted
his arms as she yanked it over his head. And yep, she was right, he had a six
pack. Good God, he was breathtaking. Claire tossed his beater on the floor then
gave him a little push; being as weak as he was, he just fell back onto the
bed. Claire pulled Henry's socks off while he worked on his belt and pants.
Claire heart pounded and her stomach fluttered. She was actually going to see
Henry in his underwear! She wished that the circumstances were different, but
she'd take it.
Henry put his heels on
the side rail of the bed frame and lifted his hips so that he could push his
pants down. Once they were over his knees, he just kicked them off. Then he
rolled and crawled up farther onto the bed. Claire just stood there staring,
her mouth hanging open. He wore the micro low rise trunks, which were in
between briefs and boxer/briefs. They were white with a baby blue waist band
that had Calvin Klein in large letters around it.
Henry laid his head
down on a pillow, placed his glasses on the nightstand, and flung an arm over
his eyes, completely oblivious to Claire wandering eye. Claire took the
opportunity to ogle him. Now that he was flat on his back, she could see the
sexy “ V ” that started at his hips and
disappeared into the top of his underwear. Good lord, he had an amazing body.
All hard muscle covered in smooth taut skin. There was not an ounce of fat
anywhere. There was a light dusting of hair on his chest, and also a light
happy trail, that lead into the top of his low rise underwear.
"Damn Henry, you
should think about being an underwear model instead of a CEO, ” Claire said, her voice a little
breathier then she would have liked.
Henry's mouth curled
up on one side. "Shut up Claire, ” he mumbled, but his tone was amused.
Claire smiled then
moved over to the nightstand where she put the water and aspirin. "Here,
take this, ” Claire murmured
and waited as Henry shifted to lean up on one elbow.
Henry took the pills
then drank the water. He lay back down with a groan, "Fuck."
"Do you want the
blankets up? ” Claire asked,
stroking her hand over his hair.
Henry sighed,
"Hell no, I'm so friggin hot right now."
"Okay, I'm sure
once that aspirin kicks in you're gonna be sweating that fever out, and then
you'll be freezing."
"I can't even
tell you the last time I've been this sick, ” Henry said wearily.
"Yeah well, I'm
gonna say it's the flu, and you're gonna be down for the week, ” Claire winced, knowing that
Henry was not going to be happy about that.
His eyes flew open and
he gaped at her. "A week?"
"That's how long
the flu normally lasts, ” she nodded.
Henry covered his face
with his hands and let out an aggravated noise, "Fuck me! I can't miss a
week of work!"
"Really Henry,
you're not going to feel up to getting out of bed, and I'm sure Asher can
handle business for a week, ” Claire said, trying to assure him.
Henry grunted and
rolled over, facing her. He punched his pillow a couple times before settling
his head down on it.
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