Page 38 of Peaches

Because that is exactly what I want to do.

Screw. Him.

Not myself.

Screw him so hard he’ll never be able to think straight again.

But as my eyes open and I find him talking into his cell, taking a call that obviously came through while it was on silent, I let out a breath I hadn’t even noticed I was holding as his smile widens all while he never takes his eyes off mine.

I focus back on my work, averting my gaze from his and the way it makes me feel. Seduced completely under the spell of the “too good to be true” Brettly Beckett! Well, attempting to focus would be the better phrase, as my fingers click away and I tell my blood pressure to return to normal and stop running to my lady bits that wish they were being touched, caressed, pleasured by one man that I know would ruin me for any other, much like I have to admit I want to ruin him, if given the tempting chance.

But back to me. Soon ruined, that’s right! Hell, that’s if he hasn’t ruined me yet! Something tells me he already has, I can feel it, as I type faster and my heart rate quickens.

How do I know he’d ruin me?

I just fucking know!

We all do, when we meetthatone, right?

And he’s definitelythatone.

It’d be better off if I started putting some distance between us before I do something I’ll regret later. Well, maybe not regret, but never be able to stop thinking about either once I’ve had a small taste of him, when I really want the super-sized meal. And oh, I’ve felt the way he is every bit lustfully supersized. But as quickly as that thought comes to my mind the devil in me whispers, “regrets, hell what good is living life if you don’t at least have a few, Grace?”

The devil inside me really is an evil bitch!

“Tell Josh it’s a done deal,” I hear my possible biggestregretsay. That is, if he succeeds in making these legs fly open. The evil bitch inside once again screams it’s already adone deal, and fuck, how I hate her. “Send 3,500 copies to press and ship 300 of those to B&N. I already told Sal to expect them Tuesday. Ship it priority, I don’t care what it costs. I’m not about to piss off one of our biggest clients.”

I look up and see his gaze still hasn’t fallen from me across the room which makes my throat go dry as he leans against the counter with his hip and I nervously look to the nightstand to see the time.

Twelve forty-five.

AM, not PM.

The bewitching hour has begun, I can feel it in my already damned soul. Screw it if it’s not even three a.m.

“No, don’t book marketing,” his voice demands, snapping me from my attention on the clock as I look back up to capture his stare. “Not just yet. I think I have a project in the works that needs top billing.”

My heart hammers a little as his eyes pierce my own and he smiles.

“That is, if it gets done on time.”

I roll my eyes and see his flash in amusement a moment later.

“Sounds good,” he says after a minute. “And Jeff, how’s Michelle?”

I try not to eaves drop, so I look down once again, but even with my gaze diverted I can still feel the heat between us as my palms grow a little sweaty and I notice out of the corner of my eye that he’s started to walk my way. A few long moments later, he deeply exhales as he reaches my side.

“Well, that’s good, could have been worse. But I know it always could have been better, too. Take tomorrow off and take care of your wife. I’ll talk to you Monday.”

He finishes his call and throws his cell on the bed. I busy myself with typing, gibberish, fucking gibberish, just to keep my mind from wandering anywhere it shouldn’t.

But then he sits.

On. The. Bed.

Right next to my damn computer where I’m typing shit on the screen - and by shit, I mean shit - as my hands hit the keys and nothing is coming out but a mixture of letters that don’t spell out one damn word.

Pathetic! Just open your legs and crush your own damn heart now!

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