Page 8 of The Boardroom: Cassidy
In a quick, almost invisible movement, Cassidy rested his hand on my waist before he left, letting it rest suddenly as he made eye contact with me. “Good luck, Eliza.”
I took a deep breath of…relief?...as Cassidy left the room. His presence made me feel…well I don’t know what, but it had made an impact.
I thought about the way he had rested his hand on my waist and stared at me, a delicate move yet one laden with meaning. Did he want me? I thought back to Sabryna’s stories about his womanizing. So, I mean, he wantedeveryone,right? Maybe it was nothing.
Well, he was going to be disappointed, I thought with a sudden confidence as I sat down at my desk. I had a man, a wonderful one, and this summer, I was going to become his wife.
***
There was warmth…lovely morning warmth peeking through the windows, the kind of quiet Sunday you only get in a place like South Dakota. I was in my room, which was next door to Ben’s—we had always kept to separate bedrooms to avoid temptation, as I was still determined to keep my virginity until my wedding night.
I rolled over to see a figure underneath the sheets, and I could almost feel his warmth as I stretched out, letting the sun warm my bare legs.
“Morning,” I said, letting out a tiny yawn.
“Morning to you too,” a voice replied from behind me, a thick British accent sending shivers down my spine.
I giggled and turned to find Cassidy, his dark blond hair tousled and showing glimmers of red in the sunlight. He was lounging next to me, his shirtless and chiseled form propped up on a pillow as he gazed at me.
“That was incredible last night,” he said. “Youwere incredible, Eliza, love, you really were.”
I saw myself giggle as he leaned in to kiss me in an electric rush of happiness, and I noticed that I was completely naked underneath the sheet I had wrapped around myself.
“You know that he’s never going to be able to fuck you the way I can, right?” Cassidy said with a sudden burst of intensity, quickly pulling me against him, and—
I woke up in a cold sweat, almost panting as I looked at the glow of the digital clock and noticed Maggie sleeping at the end of the bed. I was at Sabryna’s. My clothes were on. Right.
I drifted back to sleep, trying to clear my mind, trying to think about anything else, to think of Ben, of home, of anything that would stop me from thinking about—
He’s never going to be able to fuck you the way I am.
I was in for a long night.
