Page 16 of Must Be Love - Irresistible Bachelors

“I bet it is. At least we don’t get too much here.”

He shakes his head. “I lived in Maine for a while. What we get here is nothing compared to that.”

I chuckle. “I can only imagine.”

I’ve lived in New York City my entire life. I’ve traveled to other places, but for the most part, I’m an NYC guy. I don’t think I’d survive anywhere else.

We pull up in front of my townhouse, and I give the guy his fare and a hefty tip.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“Enjoy your night, sir.”

He pulls away from the curb, off to look for his next fare. Instead of going right inside, I make a pitstop to the pizza place down the street. They have the best pizza in the city. Before I moved into my townhouse, I’d never heard of the place. Now, I can’t eat pizza anywhere else. I grab three slices of plain cheese, a soda, and an order of garlic knots. This is my traditional dinner when I don’t have time for anything else.

Once inside, I gulp down my food while looking over the formula for another new product I’m working on. This one is still in the earliest development stage. We don’t even have a sample yet.

It’s supposed to heal dry, cracked feet while also providing a deodorizer. I have a program that helps determine the efficacy of different combinations, and I’m struggling to find a way to make the appropriate ingredients work together.

I slam my laptop closed. I’m not getting anywhere with this product right now. I’ll need to talk to my research and development team to see if they have any ideas.

In the meantime, I have some paperwork I can go through for it. Different notes that I’ve taken, ideas for promotion if I can get it to work, that kind of thing.

As I read over the notes, though, my mind drifts.

An image of Amber tearing up because of the damage she did to her skin appears in front of my eyes.

It should be illegal for someone to be that beautiful. That skirt! Her legs poked out beneath the black fabric. The tight, black number was so snug on her hips that I thought I was going to die.

Then there was her blouse. Somehow, tucking the shirt into the skirt accentuated her perfect breasts. The neckline was just low enough to give me a sneak peek. I wanted so much more than that.

My cock twitches in my slacks. Oh, the things I would do to Amber if given the chance.

I’ll have the chance, technically, a week from tomorrow. There was something between us. I know Amber felt it, too. She’d probably do whatever I wanted…

But I won’t take advantage of my patient. Amber wants me to fix her skin, not fill her pussy with my huge cock.

It would feel so damn good, though. I bet her mouth would be almost as good as her velvety folds.

If I don’t stop thinking about this, I’m going to explode in my pants. I try to force myself to focus on paperwork, but it’s no use. Amber’s face distracts me from the words.

Finishing my dinner, I throw away my plate, put away my work, and get myself ready for bed. Amber may not be here to help me out, but I can take care of myself for the night.

It’s her face I think of the entire time.

I hope that someday, this intimacy won’t have to just be in my imagination.

I want the real thing.

6

Amber

As soon as I get home, I throw my purse on the counter, take off my shoes, and stare at the cooler holding my new, special serum.

I still can’t believe sexy Dr. Blake chose me to be the one to test his serum! It was a weird experience, what with his employee being so against the decision, but I don’t care. I just hope this works for me. For the first time since I was a teenager, I feel like I might have a chance to fix the damage I’ve done.

A smile forms on my face. My mother has aged really well. In fact, people often mistake us for sisters. She was a Toms River transplant, which means she didn’t succumb to the same peer pressures that I did. My mom’s skin is nearly perfect. Maybe with the help of the serum, I’ll age as well as she has.

I pull the vial from the cooler. It’s still cool, thanks to the container. I wonder why it needs to be cold. That’s something I’ll have to ask Dr. Blake when I see him next Friday.

My heart flutters. I can’t wait to see Dr. Blake again! It sucks that I have to wait a full week, though. I wish we could’ve made the appointment for tomorrow instead.

I can’t think about that right now. I pull the instruction sheet that Dr. Blake made me out of the cooler. It’s got all the information I need to start my new regimen.

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