Page 10 of Wild Hope
I’m mesmerized by her, by the way she moves with the tray in the air, making her hips sway, the smile that lights up her face when she speaks to customers, that damn strand of bright pink hair that falls over her eyes and that she keeps tucking behind her ear.
I want to take that hair, wrap it in my fist, tilt her neck back, and kiss the hell out of her.
When I came back to the office last night, Kendra was gone. I don’t know what I would have done if she’d still been there. Claimed her in the office, probably.
There was something between us last night, something real. But today, Kendra’s barely said hello. She’s avoiding me.
Does she regret kissing me last night? Does she regret kissing an old man? There’s only one way to find out.
The last of the lunch customers leave, and Kendra clears their table and resets it for dinner.
There’re a few hours before Kendra’s needed for the night shift, and as she goes out to get her purse, I corner her in the hallway.
“Kendra.”
She spins around and takes a small step back when she sees me, her hands going up as if pushing me away even as her eyes widen and her lips part.
My eyes dart to her plump lips, and my mind goes blank. All I can think about is kissing those peachy perfect creations.
“Did you want to see me?”
Her voice pulls me out of my fantasy, and I remember why we’re here. “Get your coat.”
Her eyes narrow, and she tilts her head. “Why?”
She doesn’t trust me, or maybe she doesn’t trust herself around me. The thought has my cock twitching.
“I’m taking you for a ride.”
Her eyes go wide, and an adorable pink blush creeps up her neck. I chuckle, realizing what I just said.
“On my bike.”
She turns away, embarrassed, and I love that her thoughts went to a dirty place.
“I haven’t had lunch,” she mumbles.
I know she hasn’t, because I’ve been watching her all morning. While pretending to work, I’ve been following her every move. I can’t help myself; I’m obsessed with this angel with the pink halo.
“I’ve packed a picnic.” I hold up the bag of food I had Maggie prepare for me.
“Oh.” Her mouth forms a perfect, dick-sized O, and I have to keep moving or she’s going to notice the wood in my pants.
“Come on. I know a good spot.”
She pulls her eyebrows together like she’s going to protest, but I don’t give her a chance. I grab her coat from the lockers and snatch the purse from her hands.
“Hey!”
She follows me down the corridor and out to the bright sunshine of the courtyard. It’s a beautiful, crisp spring afternoon, the perfect day for a ride.
“Are you always this bossy?” she asks when she catches up to me.
We reach my bike, and I stash the picnic in the saddle bags and help her shrug on her coat. “Only when there’s something I want.”
“Oh,” she says again.
Pink creeps up her neck, and it’s adorable how quickly I can make her blush. But she takes the helmet when I hand it to her.
