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“What do you think, Lola? Any input?” Joseph caught me staring and his expression dulled slightly.
I shook my head quickly, clearing my throat and trying not to cough. “No, I agree with everything, it sounds perfect.”
His eyebrows pulled low as the woman smiled at me and clapped her hands. As soon as her gaze returned to Joe, he lifted his expression again. Wait, what had happened? He’d looked disappointed in me for agreeing with his ideas.
“I’ll let you measure up.” The woman clasped Joseph’s arm before leaving the room.
“Now then,” Joe said, his cheeriness vanishing. “Let me show you how it’s done. Please,” he said softly, “take these measurements.”
Dropping to my bag, I dug around, searching for my tape measure. Joseph crouched beside me and slipped a hand under my armpit, accidently brushing the side of my breast as he tugged me to my feet.
“No, I'll do the work.” His eyes glistened. “Please just jot them down.”
His hand was still pressed against the underside of my armpit, his thumb barely below my breast. He smiled and looked down, slowly pulling his hand away. Shit, he'd had to put some effort in because I'd unconsciously clenched my arm against myself, trapping him. My cheeks warmed as his expression turned serious and something flashed across his eyes.
“Sorry,” I said, clearing my throat, “I'm just used to doing all the work when it comes to you.”
The corner of his lip quirked slightly and he bent down right in front of me, his face in line with my you know what. I gasped, not moving until he nudged my foot.
“I need to start here...”
He looked up at me, his eyebrows raised, and the tape measure clasped tightly in his palm... really tightly. Was he feeling the tension as much as me? Or was I being a blathering fool, reading into his little looks and soft touches too much?
Skipping back, I went to the window and looked out, making sure to jot down the measurements he gave me. He was very precise, noting every single place where the wall was slightly different, or a floorboard didn't quite meet the end of the room. I kept my gaze off him when he was facing in my direction but as soon as he turned away, I studied him from top to bottom, admiring the strength in his arms and thighs when he crouched. His muscles bulged as he leant over and knocked on the wall, checking what material it was made from.
I could hear the client downstairs, bashing pots and pans as she played her role perfectly. That would probably never be me, I hadn't even found someone I wanted to have sex with, let alone procreate.
My thighs tightened when Joseph came close and put his arm on the window frame, just by my head. His head moved forward, his face barely an inch from my left cheek. Heat exploded through my body when he paused and turned his mouth towards me, his warm breath fanning my face.
“What are you thinking?” he whispered, as if he could tell that I'd been imagining all sorts of naughtiness with him.
I gulped before turning my face so our lips collided, just for a brief second. His nostrils flared as I pulled back, my insides doing a funny quivery dance. Shit, I'd just accidentally kissed my boss... on a job.
His hand came up to grip my elbow, stopping me from moving away. I looked into his eyes, afraid of what I would see. Instead of the fury that I expected, a fierce scowl lined his features. A fierce scowl that looked strangely conflicted.
“You're playing with fire, little one,” he whispered, his gaze softening when I pulled myself up to my tallest height.
“Fire is meant to hurt, but I've been burned too many times. I've become numb to the searing heat. In fact...” Swallowing, I stared straight into his azure blue eyes, “...I quite like the pain now. At least it makes me feel.”
His blink was slow as the air rushed from his lungs. My body reacted to his as he leaned closer, his head briefly lowering to my hair, where he buried his nose and moved his mouth near to my ear.
“My girl.” I shuddered at the tormented strangulation of his tone, unsure whether he was enjoying my words or saddened by them. “I need to know your pain. Will you... Will you tell me?”
My heartbeat vibrated in my chest as a strange erotic pull made me nod. Something about our exchange made my pussy wet and hungry. What the fuck was that all about?
“Not here.” He pulled away and stroked a finger down my cheek before tapping my nose. “Another time. Soon.”
The sound of our client’s footsteps made us pull apart. My insides were still shaking, making it hard for me to concentrate as she came into the room and proceeded to have a perfectly normal conversation with Joseph.
I licked my lips and tried to follow their sentences, but they blurred into only one... the one that Joseph had whispered so tenderly into my ear. I need to know your pain. And for some fucked up reason, I needed him to know it too. I needed him to soothe that pain or add to it. Either way, I knew something had just started between us and the anticipation made me orgasmic.
Chapter Six
Tapping save on Joseph's design of the baby nursery, I sat back in my chair and put my legs up, resting my ankles on the desk. He'd stayed professional for the rest of the time we'd been at the job and then bid me farewell, asking me to complete the measurements. When I'd returned to the office, he'd sent over his scribbled sketches, asking me to make sure they were ready in two days. I'd spent several hours on them and now, two days later, they were ready. Right on time.
The phone rang and my heartbeat increased, just like it had every time I'd received a message, email or phone call since I'd accidentally kissed Joseph. My boss. The man who employed me and was almost double my age.
“Hello?” I greeted, my voice tight.
