“I got a weird email today about you calling someone during a golf game.”
I watched some color drain from her face. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not worrying about it. Everyone has bad days.”
She began to breathe again, straining the buttons of her shirt, which seemed to be decorated in an avant-garde brown and black pattern. She was smiling now, a killer smile that almost made me forget why I’d been careful not to be alone with her since we’d been interrupted by Zara.
“I’d love to,” she blurted out. “Can I keep it even if I’m in school?”
“Yeah. Just talk to your boss about your class schedule. We’ll accommodate it.” Anything that I could do to help Riley and her brother, I would. She was a good girl.
“Is that all?” I could see her twist her hands nervously, like she was thinking about the last time we were alone together.
“Yes, that’s it.”
She stood up so quickly that she tottered on the high heels that she still hadn’t mastered after a few months in the corporate world. I reached out to grab her and keep her from falling. Both of us slammed into my desk, sending a stack of papers falling to the ground.
“Oh no! This is the icing on top of a shitty day.” She bent to her knees and began gathering up the papers.
My dick jumped in my pants when I saw her kneeling in front of me. I thought about having her soft lips wrap around my hard cock, draining me dry before we went for a second round. Instead of succumbing to the temptation of a girl who was almost jailbait, I knelt beside her and helped gather the papers. Our heads knocked together as we reached for the same piece of paper.
“Ow!” she yelped.
I rubbed the spot on her head that she’d bumped against my skull. “Sorry. I’m pretty hardheaded.”
Her head was in my hands. Our faces were a breath apart, kneeling on the floor. Half of the papers were in a stack next to her. Half of them were still scattered on the floor.
Against my better judgment, I wanted to taste her lips again, just to see if it could possibly be as good as it’d been earlier.
When our lips touched, I knew that it was better than I remembered. Kissing her again was better than my memories, better than the dreams that left me hard and aching in the middle of the night. Rational me knew that I shouldn’t fuck my best friend’s little sister, no matter how curvy her little ass was. Irrational me didn’t care and took the kiss deeper.
She broke the kiss and slapped me, making my head rock with the force of her blow.
“You cheating asshole! You can’t kiss me while you’re engaged.”
Delusions
Riley
To my shock, Dez started laughing.
“Oh, shit, we never talked about it, did we? We didn’t talk about the kiss, so we didn’t talk about Zara.”
“No. Talk about what? The way you kissed me up against a wall with your body plastered to mine, getting me hot enough to set fire to ice, before your fiancée walked in on us?” I got to my feet and wiped his kiss off of my lips with the back of my hand. “We’re done here.” I began to walk out of his office, fighting back tears. I thought that I had to quit, since he wouldn’t stop kissing me. Once was a mistake, but twice was a pattern of behavior. I wasn’t going to wait around for the third time. I’d figure out something else.
“She’s not my fiancée.”
I spun around on my heels and nearly face-planted on the carpet. I put my hand on the wall and turned. “What did you say?”
“She’s not my fiancée.”
“Why did she say she was? I saw the ring on her finger. I could tell that she was telling the truth when she said that you bought it for her.”
“I did.”
I tried to walk out again, but he caught my arm and spun me around.
“Hey, wait a minute. Let me explain.”
I shook off his hand and sent him a glare. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. I don’t want to make out with a cheater.”