“Fuck. I’m sorry.”
“I told her I wasn’t, except that you were randy just before she came and I had to tell you no.”
A perverted part of me wanted to make some comment about how we needed to do what Meredith expected. A good fuck could snap me out of my funk. Fortunately, my mother raised me better.
Holly disappeared with some clothes into her bathroom.
“Did she buy that?” I called out.
“Yes. And your saying I promised to help you take care of something …well in her mind that was code for taking care of your manly needs.”
“I didn’t mean that. I just couldn’t come up with a good reason to end your meeting. Which I know I shouldn’t have done but—”
She emerged from the bathroom in different clothes. The emerald summer dress she’d had on was lovely, but I couldn’t deny that she was equally as sexy in jeans and a tank top. In fact, I liked this home-town girl next store vibe she had.
“It’s fine. Clearly, it’s a losing battle. She hated everything.” She sank on the edge of her bed looking defeated.
“Hey.” I stepped into her room, and pulled her up into a hug. “Meredith is a lonely old bitty looking to relive her golden years. She doesn’t know anything about education or kids today.”
She leaned against me. “Did you hear she wanted a card catalog?”
I laughed. “Yes. Perhaps you should have a committee of parents and teachers, maybe even Alyssa to provide feedback. She’ll still balk, but it won’t be just you she’s working against. You’ll be able to retain your relationship.”
“That’s a good idea, but she still might not want to fund something that doesn’t have a card catalog or doesn’t look like a boring prison.”
I rubbed her back, enjoying holding her even if it was just to comfort her. Truth be told, being able to hold her was soothing to me as well.
“You’ll have to be clever and maybe manipulative to help guide her to what you want in a way that makes her feel like it was her idea.”
“Do you have tricks for that?”
If I did, I’d figure out a way in which our being together would be her idea.
“I can ask my mom, but she’d probably say something like psychology should be used for good, not to manipulate people.”
Holly let out a breath. “I suppose I should thank you for the cooking lesson too. I think I at least earned points for that.”
I looked down at her, admiring her freckles and creamy skin. She had a youthful glow to her, and when we were texting, she seemed to have a youthful personality too, that I longed to get to know in person.
“Just doing my job.”
“Well, thank you.” She rose up on her toes and gave me a soft kiss on the mouth.
My dick sprang to life.
She lowered back down looking at me. Our gazes held for a moment, and then she was kissing me again, with a little bit more oomph behind it.
I knew I was supposed to stop this, but God, how cruel was it to expect me to end something so good.
“Holly,” I managed.
“You don’t have to stop it, unless you want to.” She said, her lovely blue eyes looking up at me.
“I don’t want to,” I said thickly. “But please be sure. My ego can’t take much more of your rejection.”
She looked down for a moment. “Do you want me?”
What the fuck? Have I not been speaking English? I took her hand and put it over my dick. “That’s from one kiss from you. What do you think?”