Annette Blair by My Favorite Witch

this.”
    “You’re right,” he said. “Let’s go upstairs. Your bed or mine?”
    “Bed?” Kira said, coming out of her sexual haze. “You’ve sworn off women.”
    “Don’t I know it.”
    “I’ve sworn off men, and we have to work together.”
    “I’m sure we’d work beautifully together.”
    Kira sighed. “I mean at the foundation.”
    “I don’t think doing it there is such a good idea,” Jason said.
    “No more than here, or in a bed.”
    “Then we have to go our separate ways for the rest of the day at least.”
    “Right.” Kira leaned away, looked down, and knuckled his length.
    Jason touched her forehead with his.
    “I’m out’a here,” he said, but he didn’t move.
    When he started to back away, Kira panicked. “Wait, don’t leave me here. I can’t stand by myself.”
    “I won’t be responsible if I touch you again. I’ll turn my back while you crawl to the bench, because even that will turn me on.”
    Kira got to her knees the hard way, by landing on her ass. Then she did crawl, which was good, because it made her feel way less sexy. When she got to the bench, she used Jason’s hockey stick to raise herself.
    “Hey, watch out for Harvey.”
    “Wait! You call them both—”
    “You got a problem with that?”
    “You’re nuts—”
    “Are yours for the taking.”
    “Cut that out. As soon as my skates are off, I’m the one who’s out’a here.”
    “That would be best,” Jason said as he pulled her skates off. They walked back to the house with three feet between them, but ended up in the Cloud Kiss elevator together.
    Kira wanted his world-class lips on hers, so she traced the dimple in his chin, hoping he’d bring his lips the rest of the way. Instead, he pushed her against the elevator door and ran his hands all over her, but he kept his lips to himself.
    They shifted positions until she rode his good leg, the hard part of him teasing her center. Jason cupped her breasts and nuzzled her, from her neck to her breasts. Geez, she was gonna come just like—
    The elevator door opened behind her, and she fell back, landing on her ass in the hall.
    Gram’s maid yelped and Jason stopped midlunge. He backed up and the elevator door closed. Kira saw the floor numbers go down, while Gracie gave her a hand up.
    “I don’t know where my mind was,” Kira said to Gracie, aware that Jason had turned her on, and left her flat, just like Charlie. And in true Charlie-style, he’d brought her to the brink of orgasm and left her wanting.
    FOR the first few days of the following workweek, Kira tried to pretend that none of it had happened, not Jason’s midnight snooping, not their sexual interlude in the rink, not the heat lightning in the elevator, and especially not her abandonment afterward.
    They were formal and polite, a boss and an employee, a bit snappish, pretty much like the week before, but with regret and frustration thrown into the game, in a weird and uncomfortable way.
    Kira tried to figure out how many men in her life had brought her so close to surrender in so short a time, and sherealized that no one else ever had, though plenty had dumped her, the way Jason dumped her on the floor outside the elevator.
    Still, though he was no different from any other jock, her boss turned her on.
    Great. She was such a loser, a toad could turn her on.
    She tried to stay the hell away from him, caught up on paperwork, and set everything up with St. Anthony’s to get the boys to and from hockey practice. She talked to Sister Margaret about a play for the boys to perform and suggested a Christmas theme.
    She didn’t speak to Jason and he didn’t speak to her, except when strictly necessary for the sake of their jobs.
    The first time he became the least animated was the day the box of children’s hockey sticks was delivered to his office. She stood in his doorway watching him unwrap one of every size; like a kid beneath a tree on Christmas morning. “Having fun?” she asked.
    He