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Not me. Nope. My brain is one brush of the hand away from short-circuiting and letting that man kiss me, or worse, let him do whatever he wants to me.
That’s technically not worse, but it is.
Sure, I’m doing better. Being around Preston isn’t hard the way it used to be, and it’s pretty easy to just act normal when we are together now, but there is always that little voice in the back of my head reminding me that if we get caught, the reputation of the lodge could be ruined even more.
I just can’t seem to let the stress go. The one time I did was when Preston was giving me an orgasm. Which leads to my other little voice that says to do everything possible to stress less and rip that man’s clothes off anytime we are alone.
I tug at my shirt and take another drink.
I’ve never been so turned on by a man, nor have I ever come so hard without actually having sex.
But with Preston …
“Grace,” he says, and I look up. “Are you okay?”
The concern on his face is clear as the sky we are flying in.
“Great.”
Why is he always so observant? It’s like he can sense that my brain is overthinking.
He nods as if that answer will do, but then I hear, “Bash, I have to go. Grace and I are headed to the retreat, and I’d like to get some alone time with her before the wheels touch ground. Yep. Got it. Talk soon. Bye.”
Alone time?
My heart thuds.
What does he mean by that?
He hangs up and then stands, walking toward me.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I tell him.
“Yes. I did.”
“It’s work. I get it.”
“I know you do, but watching you sit here all alone didn’t feel right.”
“I’m a grown woman. I can handle sitting alone.”
“Well, if I can help it, you won’t need to.”
I don’t say anything to that. I just let myself absorb how he cut short whatever work call he had just now. For me.
In all the years I worked under my dad, I never saw him put my mom first. I mean, sure, now I know why, but still.
The feeling of what Preston just did gives me a warm feeling.
Especially because there are no prying eyes on us right now.
That choice was all his.
“So, how busy will our schedule be once we get there?” I ask, keeping the conversation going to pass the time.
“There’s at least one event during each day and a dinner each night.”
“Every night? Wow. They sure keep you busy.”
