Release by Rebecca Lynn

her
bearings.  Wait, how had Jeremy gotten up here?  “I didn’t hear the
intercom.  How were you able to get up here?”
    “Coincidentally,
George, your doorman downstairs, was a doorman at the building where I first lived.  We recognized each other, and he let me up so I could
surprise you.”  He gave her a pointed look.  “Surprised?” 
    She wanted to
smack that look right off of his face.  She suddenly realized she had a
pretty good idea how he found out where she lived, and she wasn’t sure she was
happy about it.  How did he get his hands on her application at the Institute
when he didn’t start on the board until the next day? 
    At the same
time, she felt warm and gooey inside.  What woman wouldn’t be thrilled to
know that a gorgeous man who she happened to be madly in lust with, made an
effort to find her?  All because he wanted her.   It was a bit
stalkery, but in a good way, right?  She knew his family, so he couldn’t
be that bad.  His mom and aunt gave him rave reviews.  But somehow
that didn’t surprise her.
    Her breasts
began to tingle and tighten, and she crossed her arms over her chest so no one
could see her nipples harden. 
    It was his
presumption that pissed her off.  He couldn’t just show up expecting
everything to be hunky dory.  There were issues that needed to be talked
through.  And the way that he had gone about getting her address just
proved that this relationship was probably unwise.
    So here she was
thrilled, aroused and pissed.  She was a mess.
    “Yes, I am
surprised,” finally answering Jeremy’s question, giving him a look. 
“Would you like to join us?”
    “I would love
to.  Thanks for asking.”
     She
blinked.  Why did she think he was going to say no?  She needed a
moment to figure this out.  “Let me go get another plate and glass,” she
said, glaring at him.  “I’ll be right back.” 
    “I’ll help you,”
Ayanna said, and grabbed her arm propelling her into the kitchen.
    They walked into
the kitchen, and Ryann grabbed the countertop to steady herself.  She took
a deep breath, turned on the faucet, and wet her hands, placing them on her
heated cheeks. 
    “O.M.G.,
Ry!”  Ayanna said while fanning herself.  “He. Is. Gorgeous!”
whispered furiously.  “He came over! This is awesome!  How did he
find you?”
    Ryann dried her
hands, and grabbed another plate and wine glass.  She was taking deep
breaths, trying to fight off hyperventilating.
    “Here, I’ll take
these,” she said keeping her voice low.  “You look like you’re going to
fall over.  Take a deep breath, sweetie.  This is a good thing. 
We were wondering what his next move was going to be, and now we know. 
You’re ready for this, baby.  Come on.  We don’t want to be in here
too long.  He’ll know we’re talking about him.  We don’t want him to
think you’re that affected.”
    And with that,
Ayanna propelled her right back out again, without Ryann having muttered a
word.
    “Here ya go,
Jeremy.  Have a piece of pizza.  Would you like some wine?” Ayanna
asked.
    “That would be
great, thanks.”
    Ayanna moved to
the arm of Jonathan’s chair and sat, swinging her foot, leaving a space open
next to Ryann on the sofa.
    Jeremy sat next
to Ryann toward the middle of the sofa, stretching out his long legs, crowding
her.  He reached for some pizza, while Jonathan poured him some wine.
    Ryann was so
nervous, she was finding it difficult to eat.  Instead, she took a huge
swig from the wineglass that Jonathan poured for her, hoping it would help calm
her nerves. 
    When Jonathan
handed his wine to him, Jeremy said.  “So, Jonathan, you teach at the
Academy?  My cousin attended there.  Robbie Callahan?”
    “Robbie is your
cousin?” Jonathan asked with a genuine smile. Jeremy nodded.  “Great
kid.  And an awesome student.  How was his first year at Yale?”
    While Jeremy
gave Jonathan a quick summary of Robbie’s year, Ryann sat back and