Page 15 of Most Likely to Fear Love

My eyes darted between her empty driveway and the quiet suburban street. Had something happened? Should I call? I was about to reach for my phone when her car rounded the corner, barely managing to stay under the speed limit. Her tires squealed slightly as she pulled into the driveway and came to a stop next to my truck.

Cassidy practically tumbled out of the driver’s seat, her usually neat blonde hair a mess and her cheeks flushed. She stumbled slightly, catching herself on the car door. Even though I’d braced myself for it, my heart still did a slow, painful roll in my chest. Fuck, she was gorgeous. She wore a crisp dark suit and a cream business shirt. A vision flashed in my mind of undoing those buttons, pushing the shirt aside and… And we’re not having those thoughts about the woman we’re donating our sperm to. We’re just not.

“I’m so sorry!” She slammed the door shut and rushed towards me. “God, I’m never late. I swear I’m not usually like this.”

I climbed out of my truck, holding up a hand to stop her frantic apologies. “Hey, no worries. Everything okay?”

She ran a hand through her hair, somehow making it even messier. Which in turn only made her look hotter. Fuck.

“Work was absolute chaos. We had a last minute emergency meeting with a client right as I was packing up. I should’ve texted, but time got away from me and I just... I don’t know, I panicked. I’m really sorry, I?—”

“Breathe, Cassidy.” I fought the urge to reach out and smooth down her hair. “It’s all good. These things happen.”

She dragged in air, visibly trying to calm herself. “Right. Yes. Thank you for being so understanding. I just... I hate being late. And this is important, and you’re doing me this huge favor, and?—”

“And we’re both here now,” I interrupted gently. “No harm done.”

“At least let me make it up to you. Come in for a coffee?”

“Sure.”

I followed Cassidy, my eyes inadvertently dropping to her backside as she climbed the porch steps. The tailored suit hugged her curves in all the right places. I caught myself and quickly averted my gaze, feeling a pang of guilt.

Once inside, Cassidy turned to me, still flustered. “Do you mind if I get changed real quick?”

“Of course not. I’ll just be in the kitchen.”

She nodded gratefully and disappeared down the hall. I made my way to the kitchen, dropping my delivery on the small round kitchen table next to the fruit bowl, trying to push away thoughts of Cassidy changing. I leaned against the counter, drumming my fingers on the smooth surface. The sound of running waterdrifted from the other side of the house, and I pictured her slipping her skirt off, dropping her silk shirt to the floor…

Shaking my head, I moved to the window, staring out at her backyard. This was a bad idea. I shouldn’t be thinking about her like this. We had an agreement, a contract. Nothing more. Never mind that when I’d jerked off today, I’d come while imagining Cassidy doing what she was going to do the minute I left today. Take my jar of cum into her room and… Another thought I refused to finish.

I heard her coming back down the hall and my heart rate picked up. I sucked in a breath, steeling myself.Keep it together, asshole. You’re here to help her, nothing else.

Cassidy walked into the kitchen with a shy smile on her face, looking like she was ready for a cozy night in. Her yoga pants clung to her curves and the oversized sweater hung off one shoulder, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin. I swallowed hard, forcing my eyes away from that patch of honey-colored flesh.

“Much better,” she sighed, running a hand over her messy bun. “Now, about that coffee. I should remember, but it’s been a day. How do you take it?”

I cleared my throat. “Black’s fine.”

“So, how’s your day been? Less chaotic than mine, I hope.”

Light chit chat. That’s exactly what we needed. “Pretty quiet, actually. Just some work around the house.”

“Oh yeah, what kind of work?” As she spoke, she reached up to grab mugs from a high shelf. The action caused her sweater to ride up, exposing a sliver of her lower back. I averted my gaze, focusing intently on that damn fruit bowl.

“I’ve got a shipment of chickens coming in, so I’m building a coop for them”

“A shipment?” She glanced at me over her shoulder as she moved back to the coffee machine. “I thought you were a handy man. Are you a farmer as well?”

That had me chuckling. “No, far from it. But these girls are retired and past laying. That means they’re on the chopping block. I can’t stand that, so I’m taking them.”

“How many?”

“Around a hundred.”

“All this work and you won’t even get eggs out of them?”

I shrugged. “It’s no hassle.”

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