glanced back at the man in the chair. He wasn’t short by any means. But her dream superhero was close to seven feet tall. That’s why she hadn’t recognized him before. Apparently, her subconscious wanted him taller. But that was ridiculous. He was stunningly gorgeous just the way he was. Broad and solid, the Hulk without being too big or too green.
He was her superhero, and she’d been… Oh God, they’d done such things in her dreams! And even more afterward when she built on her fantasies during her awake time. Oh, hell…
The realization made her hands shake and her knees go weak. Sure, she knew she was attracted to Wyatt. Had been since the first day. But she’d always managed to keep him firmly locked away in either the “boss” or the “friend” category. But her dream superhero had snuck in through her subconscious. She had real sexual, womanly feelings for the man. And now with the two of them merged into one person, she couldn’t keep her feelings tightly locked down anymore.
Then to make things even worse, he chose that moment to look up at her. She watched his eyes widen and his head tilt in an unspoken question. She knew exactly what he was thinking: Are you all right? Anything I can do to help?
She shook her head, the answer to both questions at once. He quietly folded his comic and sat still, his gaze on her. Lord, that just made everything worse. He was looking at her. He was waiting patiently to help her. All that broad body, muscular thighs, and big hands were waiting to serve her. That’s what they’d done in her dreams. That’s what part of her was suddenly lusting for with a strength that stunned her.
Holy crap, what was she going to do? Office relationships never worked. She’d seen some of her friends go through them, and they always ended badly.
Megan loved her job. She’d just committed to three more years with Wyatt. She couldn’t screw that up now. She had career goals that would get completely derailed if she messed with this.
Wyatt set aside his comic and came to her side. Now suddenly, she was hyper-aware of his scent. She didn’t even know what deodorant he used, but it smelled lovely and was him through and through. Hard. Manly .
“Aren’t you finding anything?” he asked. His voice rumbled through her, settling low in her belly. Big man, big voice, big—
“No, no! Uh, I mean, yes, I am. Lots of great stuff here. Let me just go buy this—” She dumped some random beads in her tray. “Then we can get going.”
He looked at her, a question in his eyes, but he didn’t push. Thank heaven. She didn’t think she could string together a coherent excuse for her babbling.
“No rush,” he said. “Take your time.”
A year wouldn’t be enough time for her to process this disaster, but she’d take what she could get. “Five minutes,” she mumbled.
His long fingers dropped lightly on her shoulder. The flash of recognition sizzled through her entire body. That’s what she’d felt in her dream. Big hands on the joystick. Strong hands right before they’d…
Oh no.
“Are you sure you’re okay? We’ve been pushing it really hard. If you just want to go back and crash, that’s okay with me.”
Crash. Like on a bed. With him right beside her? It didn’t matter that he planned to sleep in the recliner. Her libido had them wrapped together on that luscious king-sized bed.
“No, no!” she squeaked. “I mean, I’m doing great. Hungry. Just, um, hungry. Very hungry.” For him. No—don’t think that! “Let me go buy this and then we’ll eat. I’m really—”
“Hungry. Yeah, I got that part.” His tone was teasing, but there was still that underlying question. What was up with her?
What was she going to do? She’d only just gotten to the point where she could tease him without him stiffening up. It wasn’t that he was a cold person. Far from it. Just that with his brain in work mode, they acted in a certain manner. The ebb and flow of business
He was her superhero, and she’d been… Oh God, they’d done such things in her dreams! And even more afterward when she built on her fantasies during her awake time. Oh, hell…
The realization made her hands shake and her knees go weak. Sure, she knew she was attracted to Wyatt. Had been since the first day. But she’d always managed to keep him firmly locked away in either the “boss” or the “friend” category. But her dream superhero had snuck in through her subconscious. She had real sexual, womanly feelings for the man. And now with the two of them merged into one person, she couldn’t keep her feelings tightly locked down anymore.
Then to make things even worse, he chose that moment to look up at her. She watched his eyes widen and his head tilt in an unspoken question. She knew exactly what he was thinking: Are you all right? Anything I can do to help?
She shook her head, the answer to both questions at once. He quietly folded his comic and sat still, his gaze on her. Lord, that just made everything worse. He was looking at her. He was waiting patiently to help her. All that broad body, muscular thighs, and big hands were waiting to serve her. That’s what they’d done in her dreams. That’s what part of her was suddenly lusting for with a strength that stunned her.
Holy crap, what was she going to do? Office relationships never worked. She’d seen some of her friends go through them, and they always ended badly.
Megan loved her job. She’d just committed to three more years with Wyatt. She couldn’t screw that up now. She had career goals that would get completely derailed if she messed with this.
Wyatt set aside his comic and came to her side. Now suddenly, she was hyper-aware of his scent. She didn’t even know what deodorant he used, but it smelled lovely and was him through and through. Hard. Manly .
“Aren’t you finding anything?” he asked. His voice rumbled through her, settling low in her belly. Big man, big voice, big—
“No, no! Uh, I mean, yes, I am. Lots of great stuff here. Let me just go buy this—” She dumped some random beads in her tray. “Then we can get going.”
He looked at her, a question in his eyes, but he didn’t push. Thank heaven. She didn’t think she could string together a coherent excuse for her babbling.
“No rush,” he said. “Take your time.”
A year wouldn’t be enough time for her to process this disaster, but she’d take what she could get. “Five minutes,” she mumbled.
His long fingers dropped lightly on her shoulder. The flash of recognition sizzled through her entire body. That’s what she’d felt in her dream. Big hands on the joystick. Strong hands right before they’d…
Oh no.
“Are you sure you’re okay? We’ve been pushing it really hard. If you just want to go back and crash, that’s okay with me.”
Crash. Like on a bed. With him right beside her? It didn’t matter that he planned to sleep in the recliner. Her libido had them wrapped together on that luscious king-sized bed.
“No, no!” she squeaked. “I mean, I’m doing great. Hungry. Just, um, hungry. Very hungry.” For him. No—don’t think that! “Let me go buy this and then we’ll eat. I’m really—”
“Hungry. Yeah, I got that part.” His tone was teasing, but there was still that underlying question. What was up with her?
What was she going to do? She’d only just gotten to the point where she could tease him without him stiffening up. It wasn’t that he was a cold person. Far from it. Just that with his brain in work mode, they acted in a certain manner. The ebb and flow of business
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