to focus on
anything but the memory of vulnerable hazel eyes.
He wasn’t used to being led around by his dick. Hormones had
their place but nothing came before work. Until Kelly. Well, and before her,
Diana. He really didn’t like the parallels.
Unable to stop himself, he paced to the window and thought
of the woman he rarely allowed himself to remember. That time in his life
wasn’t one he liked to revisit but every now and then, something reminded him.
A hint of spicy floral perfume. A woman looking down at him over dark
sunglasses. The sound of laughter meant to entice without a single note of real
warmth.
She didn’t live in Maryland anymore. Probably a good thing.
He’d never been one to wallow in the past but the first few months after it
ended, he’d often driven past the home she shared with her husband and their
two kids. The last time, he’d heard splashing in the pool and a child’s
whooping laughter.
After that, he’d stayed away.
Her kids would be in high school now. And the child she and
Spencer had almost had—if they’d almost had one at all—would be in pre-K.
Disgust had him turning away from the glass. And from the
memory.
He glanced at his watch. It was already ten p.m. Laughter
rang out down the hall but the chorus of voices had lowered substantially after
closing time. He’d been holed up in here all day and his legs itched with the
need to move. Christ, he needed a workout.
He needed her .
Was she getting ready for Kink? Picking out her sexy little
outfit, doing her hair and makeup. She didn’t need much primping. Other than
lipstick, she rarely seemed to use anything besides eye shadow. He’d noticed
the colors she swept on her lids more than once. Fun colors, a rainbow that
brought out the gold flecks in her eyes.
He released a breath. Eyes that were going to kill him if he
kept thinking about them.
He couldn’t let her go there alone. Even if she went back
with her friend, where had that friend been last night? All kinds of creeps
frequented the club. She was too beautiful to wander around unaccompanied.
But if she meets someone—or several someones—she won’t be
alone, will she?
As if he’d let that happen.
Kelly wasn’t Diana, and a little recreational sex never hurt
anyone. This wasn’t some sort of weird karmic twist for what he’d done when
he’d been naïve enough to think he couldn’t lose. Back then, he’d been
supremely confident in his ability to control every situation. Too confident,
as proved by the colossally stupid move he’d made five years ago.
His only consolation was he hadn’t succumbed easily to her
flirtation. Diana had teased him shamelessly for months until he’d decided to
go for it. He’d been passed over for promotions and, what the hell, she was
hot. If sleeping with her would get him what he wanted faster, he certainly had
no objections.
In those days, he hadn’t objected to much.
He hadn’t known she was married, not at first. By the time
he’d discovered that fact, he’d been in too deep.
He’d never expected to fall for a woman he couldn’t have.
And not just because she was already taken. Diana was much more infatuated with
herself than she’d ever been with anyone else, even if her parents still
thought she’d walked away from her job and handed it to Spencer to protect him .
After all, he hadn’t been family and Diana’s happiness was paramount to them.
If she hadn’t gone to bat for him, they might’ve fired him for creating
unnecessary drama. She’d helped him out by stepping aside and campaigning for
him to be allowed to stay. All out of the goodness of her heart.
It was a lovely story if one believed in fairy tales. Too
bad he didn’t.
Her goal had been simple enough—buying his silence after
discovering she was pregnant. She still loved her husband, she claimed, and
wanted to use her surprise pregnancy to try to save her marriage. She insisted
there was no chance the baby was Spencer’s and that
anything but the memory of vulnerable hazel eyes.
He wasn’t used to being led around by his dick. Hormones had
their place but nothing came before work. Until Kelly. Well, and before her,
Diana. He really didn’t like the parallels.
Unable to stop himself, he paced to the window and thought
of the woman he rarely allowed himself to remember. That time in his life
wasn’t one he liked to revisit but every now and then, something reminded him.
A hint of spicy floral perfume. A woman looking down at him over dark
sunglasses. The sound of laughter meant to entice without a single note of real
warmth.
She didn’t live in Maryland anymore. Probably a good thing.
He’d never been one to wallow in the past but the first few months after it
ended, he’d often driven past the home she shared with her husband and their
two kids. The last time, he’d heard splashing in the pool and a child’s
whooping laughter.
After that, he’d stayed away.
Her kids would be in high school now. And the child she and
Spencer had almost had—if they’d almost had one at all—would be in pre-K.
Disgust had him turning away from the glass. And from the
memory.
He glanced at his watch. It was already ten p.m. Laughter
rang out down the hall but the chorus of voices had lowered substantially after
closing time. He’d been holed up in here all day and his legs itched with the
need to move. Christ, he needed a workout.
He needed her .
Was she getting ready for Kink? Picking out her sexy little
outfit, doing her hair and makeup. She didn’t need much primping. Other than
lipstick, she rarely seemed to use anything besides eye shadow. He’d noticed
the colors she swept on her lids more than once. Fun colors, a rainbow that
brought out the gold flecks in her eyes.
He released a breath. Eyes that were going to kill him if he
kept thinking about them.
He couldn’t let her go there alone. Even if she went back
with her friend, where had that friend been last night? All kinds of creeps
frequented the club. She was too beautiful to wander around unaccompanied.
But if she meets someone—or several someones—she won’t be
alone, will she?
As if he’d let that happen.
Kelly wasn’t Diana, and a little recreational sex never hurt
anyone. This wasn’t some sort of weird karmic twist for what he’d done when
he’d been naïve enough to think he couldn’t lose. Back then, he’d been
supremely confident in his ability to control every situation. Too confident,
as proved by the colossally stupid move he’d made five years ago.
His only consolation was he hadn’t succumbed easily to her
flirtation. Diana had teased him shamelessly for months until he’d decided to
go for it. He’d been passed over for promotions and, what the hell, she was
hot. If sleeping with her would get him what he wanted faster, he certainly had
no objections.
In those days, he hadn’t objected to much.
He hadn’t known she was married, not at first. By the time
he’d discovered that fact, he’d been in too deep.
He’d never expected to fall for a woman he couldn’t have.
And not just because she was already taken. Diana was much more infatuated with
herself than she’d ever been with anyone else, even if her parents still
thought she’d walked away from her job and handed it to Spencer to protect him .
After all, he hadn’t been family and Diana’s happiness was paramount to them.
If she hadn’t gone to bat for him, they might’ve fired him for creating
unnecessary drama. She’d helped him out by stepping aside and campaigning for
him to be allowed to stay. All out of the goodness of her heart.
It was a lovely story if one believed in fairy tales. Too
bad he didn’t.
Her goal had been simple enough—buying his silence after
discovering she was pregnant. She still loved her husband, she claimed, and
wanted to use her surprise pregnancy to try to save her marriage. She insisted
there was no chance the baby was Spencer’s and that
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