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I look at him, and melt. Tyson Jacobs is the most gorgeous man on the planet to gaze at, but on the inside, I’m learning he’s just as beautiful. What’s he doing with me? Every time I look at him, I want to lick every inch of him, as does every woman in the city.

“You want to tell me what happened back there? One minute I think you’re going to blow me and the next…” he shakes his head wearing a frown. “You got pissed off.”

Walking over to grab the towel from the warming rack, I start to dry myself while keeping my eyes trained on him. “I got jealous.”

His straight brows furrow. “I’m confused. I asked you to be exclusive and you get jealous?”

“Something like that.” I flash a hesitant smile. “And you didn’t ask.”

Removing the distance between us, Tyson pulls the towel from between my fingers and starts to dry me meticulously. Keeping his eyes on his task while staying silent. Once I’m thoroughly dry, he pulls me by the hand and leads me to sit on the bed.

Sad eyes look down at me. “Tell me what’s going on. If you don’t want to be with me, you only have to tell me. I thought,” he croaks, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I thought we cleared this all up two nights ago.”

“We did,” I nod, my throat dry. “And I do want to be with you.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” he sighs deeply and shakes his head. “I thought with you being almost forty, you’d be better at this.”

I laugh at the bewildered look on his face. “You’d think, right? It seems I suck at this. Maybe so much that I turn men gay.”

A laugh breaks through his already smiling lips. “There’s no chance in that.”

“I hope not because I like you,” I confess.

“Good. I want you to know there’s no reason for you to be jealous.” His gaze slowly takes me in. “I can promise you I’m not a cheater. I like you.A lot.If I confessed how much, you’d run away, quit your job, and change your number.”

“I doubt it,” I scoffed.

A bark of laughter leaves his perfect mouth. “Woman, do you not remember just a few minutes ago?”

“If we’re going to be together,” I say hesitantly, biting the inside of my cheek. “You should probably know that I get a little irrational when it’s close to that time of the month.”

His eyes widen. “This is PMS?”

“It normally only lasts for a couple of days,” I inform him with a smile. “It’s worse when I’m stressed.”

He nods, eyes still wide. “Good to know.”

“Do you have any crazy secrets or behaviors you need to tell me about?” I ask with a curl of my lips.

“Only how much I like you, but let’s wait for that.”

“Well,” I laugh. “You’re kind of hinting at it, but I’ll try to forget about it.”

Leaning over, Tyson places a soft kiss to my waiting lips. “I hate to say it, but we have to get ready for work.” He closes his eyes in pain. “I don’t know how I’m not going to touch you at work. To pretend we’re just…”

“We’ll figure it out.” I respond quietly, resting my forehead to his.

8

Tyson

I watchher ass sway as she walks down the hall back to her office. I swear she added a little extra sway in her step when she noticed me watching her. Adjusting myself, I step back into my cubicle to get back to work. This is going to be harder than I thought trying to stay away from Sadie while at work and not give away how much I lust after her every minute of the day.

For the past half-hour, I stare at my computer thinking about this morning with Sadie. To say I was confused would be an understatement. In all truth, I’m still confused. At one point, I thought she was going to call the whole thing off and kick me out of her house.

Standing there watching her shower had me hard as a rock. There was nothing I wanted more than to push her up against the wall and slam into her; claiming her. But I knew that would’ve pushed her away, and I’m trying everything in my power to play my cards right until she can’t live without me in her life.

I’m surprised when an e-mail pops up from her. Not once in all my time interning here have I received any kind of correspondence from her.

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