“Bodi,” I reply like a cocky bitch.
His lips are firmly pressed together as he breathes out through his nose, never loosening his grip on my ankle. I stay quiet, waiting for him to say anything, and when his thumb slowly starts to stroke my skin, I inwardly moan in victory, thinking he’ll go for it. But instead, he twists his neck, giving me a dark gaze.
“We can’t do this,” he scolds.
“Why not?” I throw my hands in the air.
“Kayla.”
Frustrated, I grunt, then pull my feet from his grasp. “You’re being stubborn.”
“And you’re relentless.” His tone is quick and sharp, but I still can see the faint smile that’s sitting on his lips. “Let’s watch the movie,” he offers while his features soften a little.
“How long are you going to keep this up?”
”As long as I have to.”
“What about when I quit?”
His expression changes to something more irritated. “Why would you quit?”
“I don’t know.” I don’t want to quit, but my mind keeps wanting to explore the desire I feel for Bodi. I’m not going to give up an amazing job just so I can sleep with him, but I’m just curious if that’s the only reason he won’t give in to this. To us. It’s not my age, because if that was it, he wouldn’t have slept with me last summer.
“Just watch the movie,” he orders, changing the subject.
I do as he says, hoping the tension in my organs settles down a little. After a while, it does, but I can’t help finding myself trailing back to the man beside me every few minutes. I came here for a job, a job I’m very grateful for. I had every intention of keeping this professional, but the more time I spend with him, the more I crave him. Within twenty-four hours, I couldn’t deny to myself how much I wanted to feel his lips against mine. If we were just working together, I might have been able to pull it off, but staying in his guestroom, sharing every minute of my free time with him, it makes me want to jump him every second of every day, and not giving in to that feeling becomes harder and harder by the minute.