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couldn¡¯t even imagine. But there was one tattoo that stood out from the rest of the faded
black ink. It was a small flame, glowing a vibrant orange, adding a splash of color on his
arm, like a campfire on a dark night.
This man was nothing like anyone I¡¯d been attracted to, too. I never went for the bad
boys, I always wanted the nice, safe, reliable men who I could trust and depend on.
Although, where had that gotten me so far? Living with my dad at twenty-seven.
Was that why my body was craving Isaac so much? Was he the antidote for a lifetime
of enduring ¡°nice guys¡± to protect myself from getting hurt? Every move he made drew
me in. Watching him, I felt like I was a cat staring at a laser beam from one of those
cheap toys you get from vending machines. He moved from his chair and knelt beside
Buddy and began to rub his belly, giving me the perfect profile view from behind so I was
able to salivate over him as much as I wanted. I couldn¡¯t quite make out what was said,
but he whispered something and from his gentle smile, I assumed it was comforting. My
heart melted.
Then my eyes moved to his thighs and my lips parted when I noticed how long, but
thick and strong they were, built like bricks on top of bricks. He could hold the weight of
my body no problem if I were to waltz up to him right there, in the middle of my office,
and straddle him. With his body, I bet he¡¯d be able to pick me up from there and I could
wrap my legs around his waist. My chest began to rise, and I licked my lips.
Travis was a beanstalk and anytime we tried anything above vanilla like that, he¡¯d
topple over, making feel like a whale. Isaac could probably fuck me against the wall until
he came all over my stoma¡ Oh my god, what is wrong with me? I hardly had these
thoughts with Travis, now I was eye-fucking some guy I hardly knew in my office?
He stood up after squatting in front of his dog in almost perfect athletic form and
didn¡¯t show a hint of discomfort. After squatting that long on my knobbly knees, I¡¯d be
crying. Before he turned to sit down and face me, I darted my eyes to Buddy¡¯s paperwork.
Even though I was positive my face would be bright red, I pretended I had been reading
over the file the whole time, only raising my eyes to be polite once he sat down.
His vibrant green eyes locked with mine and he slid his elbows down to his knees,
propping his chin up on his folded hands. The corner of his lips pulled at the corner, and I
