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Shit. Shit. Shit.
Does the man just not open windows in his house?
The high-pitched beeping blares through the house, and I yank the window back down in a panic. The alarm doesn’t stop. The damage is already done.
I pull the window back up as high as it will go—which is several inches lower than I’d expected—sling my purse over my shoulder and try to climb out feet first. With both legs safely on the other side, and my butt plopped on the windowsill, I try to bend my body in a Cirque de Soleil contortion style to get through, which is definitely not going to work.
I climb back into the house while the alarm continues blaring. In a panic, I dive out head first. That’s bound to work. We’re on the first floor, and when I reach out the window, I can practically touch the grass. There’s just one problem. My skirt gets caught on the latch.
I try to wiggle my way free. No luck. I reach behind me but can’t bend my arm to reach the latch. I try to push myself backwards, back into the house, but I’m stuck.
I lift my head and look out over acres of lawn, willing a yard robot to come and save me. Of course, I’m not that lucky. None of Bryan’s robots are on my side.
BRYAN
The blaring alarm wakes me from my power nap. For a nano-second, I’m confused. Why am I naked? Then, my brain kicks in, and I look around, expecting to see Jane. She must still be in the bathroom, and the home security system is malfunctioning.
This is what I get for messing with the programming again.
I groan and get to my feet. Byron is busy aligning some of the more erotic titles. Interesting.
I pull on my library briefs and suit pants and go to the security panel that shuts off the alarm. I fully expect it to be a glitch, but the screen shows that a window is open down in the west wing.
I chuckle, imagining how embarrassed Jane will be for tripping the alarm. I punch in the code to turn it off and head toward the breached window.
I do not expect the sight that greets me.
A very nice ass sticks out of my window. Jane’s bare legs hang open just enough to solicit thoughts that make my cock thicken.
I tap her butt. “Trying to leave without saying goodbye?” I tease. “That is punishable by entrapment, apparently.”
“Very funny.” Her voice is muffled, and she doesn’t sound as amused as I am. “Will you please help me?”
I run my hand slowly up her thigh, making her gasp. Then I find the problem. How a skirt managed to hook itself on a virtually invisible latch is beyond me. It must be fate.
I set her skirt free and help her wiggle back into the house. My suit pants do nothing to hide my raging boner, and Jane’s eyes zero in on it as she straightens her skirt.
“Good to see you erect again,” I tell Jane—not my cock. Obviously. “Though seeing you bent over the window has someone else erect.”
She looks at my zipper for another second, and buries her face in her hands.
I grin. “Why did you try to climb out the window?”
She shrugs. “Your door wouldn’t open, and I thought it would be easier. You know, save you the whole, This was fun but a onetime deal spiel.”
“This is not a onetime deal. At least, not for me. If you didn’t have to get back at work, we’d be mid-round two right now. Or making hero sandwiches to refuel for round three. Or on my couch, reading one of the books on your roster to review this week. Have you started reading them?”
She looks at me like I’ve transformed into the blue alien from the romance I quoted to her earlier. Then she speed-walks across the house toward the front door. “Can you please let me out?”
I step closer to her, but keep my head tilted away from the camera so the door doesn’t open until I’m ready to let her go. Which might be never.
Jane taps the tip of her nose. I’ve seen her do it a dozen times in her videos when she’s trying to think of a word. It makes me smile every time. I wait.
“You read all the books in my videos, right?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”
“Then you’ve read the billionaire romances, too.”
