Page 11 of Accidentally Yours

My belly was turning somersaults, and my heart decided to race.

ChapterFive

Damien

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her stunning figure in her turquoise bikini. Her body was flawless, exactly as I had envisioned. The bikini top elegantly supported her C-cup breasts, creating an alluring cleavage—the things my mouth could do to her body. My cock started to rise, so I rested my hand over it to shield the fact that this woman had me incredibly turned on.

“So, Damien Blackwood. What do you do for work?” she asked.

I didn’t want to be truthful because I didn’t want her seeing dollar signs while we talked.

“I sell private insurance. Nothing glamorous. I push papers and attend boring meetings,” the lie easily rolled off my tongue. “How about you?”

“I’m between jobs at the moment.”

Thank God I didn’t tell her what I really did for a living.

The sun glistened off the pool's surface as I watched her adjust her sunglasses and sip her drink.

“And what is it you’re in between jobs from?” I asked curiously.

“I was a legal secretary. I got fired for making one error. Two years of my life, I gave that damn firm, and they fired me over one mistake. Can you believe that?”

“Did the error cost the firm anything?”

“One of their biggest clients, but that’s not the point.”

I wasn’t about to sit here and argue that her previous firm did right by firing her, so I agreed with her.

“They were wrong. They should have given you a second chance,” I said, sipping my mojito.

“Right? That’s what I said. Anyway, word already got out, and now no law firm in New York City will hire me.”

“You’re from New York City?” My brows furrowed.

“Yeah.” She smiled. “Where are you from?”

Shit.

“Uh, Seattle.”

“I’ve never been. Is it nice? I hear it rains a lot, and people are always depressed.”

“Seattle gets a lot of rain.” I smiled.

“Anyway, on the day I got fired, my boyfriend of two years broke up with me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I lied. Knowing she was single made her all the more attractive.

“I seriously thought he was going to propose to me that night, but instead, he told me that he got a promotion, was moving to Connecticut, and didn’t want me coming with him.”

“Well, he sounds like a loser, and you’re better off without him.”

“Thanks. That’s what I tell myself every day.” She smiled. “Hey, would you like to be drinking buddies for the rest of the day?”

“Yeah. I would like that.” I grinned. With any luck, she’ll be spending the night in my bed.

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