“You’re telling me,” I said breathlessly. “Okay. So, we need to get started then.”
“You’re in charge.”
“What? Me?”
“Yep. You have a plan in place, so tell me what you need done.”
“You hired me, remember?”
“And as a manager, you delegate.”
“A manager,” I said.
“Yep. And if you play your cards right, I’ll can write you a recommendation letter so you can find a job once I leave.”
I narrowed my eyes at him as he sat back in his chair. What good would a recommendation from some guy I worked with for a few days do? But, it was better than nothing. And it was obvious the resume I had now wasn’t working. So I’d take whatever I could get.
“Deal,” I said. “First, we need a map of the town so we can write names down on it. I know where some people live, and something tells me you know the rest.”
“Unfortunately. Let me go rummage around. I think Anton’s got a few maps of the area around here.”
“And while you’re gone, I’m going to take this list and highlight names so they’re easier to pick out.”
“Sounds good. Be right back.”
We worked side-by-side the rest of the day, plotting out where people lived and what would be delivered to them. And the entire time, my thigh rested solidly against his. There were moments when he leaned over to point something out to me and I felt his breath on my neck. Moments when our eyes connected and the words we spoke fell into a void.
I couldn’t stop focusing on his lips.
It was hard to concentrate. Hard to keep focus. More than once, I found myself distracted by the heat of his leg rather than the words coming from his mouth. It took us hours to plot a trail on the map Gray had finally found. Hours to write in the margins what everyone would receive. We’d have to make at least four trips just to deliver things around the city, because Gray’s car wasn’t nearly big enough to haul all of it at once.
I suggested renting a truck or a U-Haul from somewhere, until I found out that we’d have to travel an hour just to pick it up in the first place.
There was one moment, however, that stuck out in my mind more than the rest. A moment when Gray reached across me to get the highlighter. His bare arm grazed the front of my tits just barely, and I sucked in a sharp breath of air. Gray turned his head and looked into my eyes, studying me as he grabbed the highlighter. He moved his arm over my head as my eyes fell back to the map, but then his hand came up and rested against the chair at my back.
And he scooted his chair closer to mine.
“So do you want to start planning our routes?” he asked.
My eyes fluttered up to his as the sun finally sank below the horizon, coating the house in darkness.
“I um—”
My gaze fell to his lips before I closed my eyes.
“I think we should turn on a light,” I said, breathlessly.
Chapter 15
Grayson
So many moments. Moments where my body touched hers and our thighs squished together. So many moments where I easily could have wrapped my lips around hers and taken her right at that fucking table. We worked through the entire weekend plotting out our chart. Making sure we had the delivery down to a science. For days, I worked next to her, feeling her breath against my shoulder. For days, I worked alongside her, feeling her body heat reaching out for me. For days, my head spun. For days, my cock throbbed. The hold this woman had on me was too much, and there were times I made excuses just to get away from her.
Bathroom breaks.
Water breaks.
Walking outside to get fresh air.