futile. Her allure might just be more than he could handle. The thought shocked the hell out of him. He never struggled to compartmentalize the women in his life. When he met a woman, he put her in whatever category she belonged and then he left her there. If she was a friend, she stayed a friend. If she was a fuck-buddy, she stayed that way.
Jill didn’t fit in a tidy way into any category. She was wiggling from friend into dangerous, unchartered territory and that was throwing Andrew off. Way off.
The sound of her laughter, the way her hair fell down in waves over her shoulders and onto her breasts, the way she licked her lips when she took a sip of wine. All of the ordinary everyday things that Jill did were somehow sensual and erotic and sexy as hell.
By the time Andrew walked Jill to her front door that night, he was hard as a rock and aching to reach for her. He once again had to fist his hands in his pockets just to keep from touching her. He wanted to bury his fingers in the long, soft tendrils of her hair, and lift her face. Capture her lips. Steal just one kiss. Then bury himself deep within her…
Jill’s voice pulled Andrew out of his fantasy.
“Thank you for dinner,” she said, lifting up the large bag of leftovers they hadn’t finished.
“You’re welcome. I had fun,” Andrew said, unsure if he should raise the topic of dinner at her house again or just conveniently ‘forget.’ He knew how it would end if they were alone in a private place.
“Come help me finish them tomorrow night?” Jill asked and Andrew was torn between relief and regret. Relief that he would be able to spend more time with Jill tomorrow. Regret because he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer. If they had dinner alone at her house tomorrow, Andrew would crack. He didn’t have any more control where Jill was concerned.
Say no, asshole.
“Sure.” Oh, fuck. What the hell was that? “How about seven?”
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Great, see you then,” Jill said with a smile and turned and opened her door. Andrew stayed frozen to the spot until she disappeared into the house and shut the door.
Chapter Twelve
The next morning in his office, Andrew was still trying to keep his fantasies about Jill in check. Things were quieter now. The visiting investors were gone and there was a lull in Andrew’s projects for the moment. He wished for more work. Something to keep his mind from drifting back to Jill at every moment because functioning with half a hard on every day, all damn day, was getting old.
Debbie knocked and poked her head into the room.
“Andrew? Got a minute?” Debbie asked Andrew.
“What’s up?”
Debbie came into the room and sat in front of Andrew’s desk with her notepad, indicating she had a list of things to go over. He came around his desk and sat next to her. Debbie was truly his right hand at Sutton, working seamlessly alongside him.
Debbie began going through the items on her list, confirming dates for events, reports that needed to be finalized.
“Oh, and the new assistant from legal transferred in today. I’ve got her started with Katelyn. Patty is going to show her some of the software she needs to learn, so I think she’s all set for now.”
“Great, thank you. I’ll introduce myself in a bit.”
***
Theresa pasted a smile on her face as she listened to her new boss, Katelyn.
I can’t believe I have to put up with this idiot. They should have assigned me to work directly with Andrew, but at least I’m one step closer to him.
Theresa had spent the morning figuring out who she needed to compete with to line herself up as Andrew’s assistant. From what she ’d heard, everyone seemed pretty enamored with Andrew’s assistant, Debbie. Theresa couldn’t see what the big deal was. The woman wasn’t that great.
I just need to get close to Andrew, show him that I’m better than Debbie. Just one shot and he’ll want me instead of her. And then, well, we all know what
Jill didn’t fit in a tidy way into any category. She was wiggling from friend into dangerous, unchartered territory and that was throwing Andrew off. Way off.
The sound of her laughter, the way her hair fell down in waves over her shoulders and onto her breasts, the way she licked her lips when she took a sip of wine. All of the ordinary everyday things that Jill did were somehow sensual and erotic and sexy as hell.
By the time Andrew walked Jill to her front door that night, he was hard as a rock and aching to reach for her. He once again had to fist his hands in his pockets just to keep from touching her. He wanted to bury his fingers in the long, soft tendrils of her hair, and lift her face. Capture her lips. Steal just one kiss. Then bury himself deep within her…
Jill’s voice pulled Andrew out of his fantasy.
“Thank you for dinner,” she said, lifting up the large bag of leftovers they hadn’t finished.
“You’re welcome. I had fun,” Andrew said, unsure if he should raise the topic of dinner at her house again or just conveniently ‘forget.’ He knew how it would end if they were alone in a private place.
“Come help me finish them tomorrow night?” Jill asked and Andrew was torn between relief and regret. Relief that he would be able to spend more time with Jill tomorrow. Regret because he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer. If they had dinner alone at her house tomorrow, Andrew would crack. He didn’t have any more control where Jill was concerned.
Say no, asshole.
“Sure.” Oh, fuck. What the hell was that? “How about seven?”
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Great, see you then,” Jill said with a smile and turned and opened her door. Andrew stayed frozen to the spot until she disappeared into the house and shut the door.
Chapter Twelve
The next morning in his office, Andrew was still trying to keep his fantasies about Jill in check. Things were quieter now. The visiting investors were gone and there was a lull in Andrew’s projects for the moment. He wished for more work. Something to keep his mind from drifting back to Jill at every moment because functioning with half a hard on every day, all damn day, was getting old.
Debbie knocked and poked her head into the room.
“Andrew? Got a minute?” Debbie asked Andrew.
“What’s up?”
Debbie came into the room and sat in front of Andrew’s desk with her notepad, indicating she had a list of things to go over. He came around his desk and sat next to her. Debbie was truly his right hand at Sutton, working seamlessly alongside him.
Debbie began going through the items on her list, confirming dates for events, reports that needed to be finalized.
“Oh, and the new assistant from legal transferred in today. I’ve got her started with Katelyn. Patty is going to show her some of the software she needs to learn, so I think she’s all set for now.”
“Great, thank you. I’ll introduce myself in a bit.”
***
Theresa pasted a smile on her face as she listened to her new boss, Katelyn.
I can’t believe I have to put up with this idiot. They should have assigned me to work directly with Andrew, but at least I’m one step closer to him.
Theresa had spent the morning figuring out who she needed to compete with to line herself up as Andrew’s assistant. From what she ’d heard, everyone seemed pretty enamored with Andrew’s assistant, Debbie. Theresa couldn’t see what the big deal was. The woman wasn’t that great.
I just need to get close to Andrew, show him that I’m better than Debbie. Just one shot and he’ll want me instead of her. And then, well, we all know what
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