city. I forgot those Bulls tickets at the office.” She stripped out of her slip, her smallish, perky breasts flopping out. I loved her nipples, so I watched her. She knew it, too, because she stopped at the foot of the bed, full frontal, and asked, “Want to come?”
I smiled but shook my head. “Rain check, I’m sorry. I have a bit of work to finish up this morning.”
“Cam, I thought that was why you were working so late all week?” she complained. “So we could have our weekend to ourselves.”
Shit. “I know. It’s not much, though. Just a few reports I need to pretty up.”
“And I didn’t mean come with me into the city. I meant why don’t you come with me in the shower?” She winked, biting on her lower lip.
I very deliberately admired her entire body, my eyes crawling up and down, first getting lost in that galaxy of freckles on her upper chest, then rolling over the small bump of her belly that you couldn’t see underneath any clothing, but was absolutely perfect. Still, I could think of nothing else but Hope, which wasn’t cool at all. When my stare reached the small patch of soft pubic hair, I abruptly moved my attention back to her face, feeling guilty. Like I was cheating on Hope with my soon-to-be bride.
I sat up in bed. “I’m going to get started on my work bullshit, so we can have the rest of the day together.”
The deflated look on her face told me she knew. Maybe not about last night’s laughing and flirting and how Hope and I had latched onto each other for a breath longer than we should have when we said goodbye. But she recognized that I was distracted.
“Okay.” She started walking away, then stopped at the bedroom door to glance back at me. “Everything okay, Cam? You’ve been acting all strange these past couple of weeks.”
I could’ve corrected her. Technically, it had only been since last Friday, eight days ago. Instead, I gave her a shrug. “It’s nothing, really.”
“Bullshit.” She shook her head.
“Work’s busy, and if anything,” I said, taking a deep breath, “it’s probably just pre-wedding jitters.”
Riley didn’t like that response. She strolled back into the bedroom, her hands on her hips, her scowl beating down on me like the desert sun. It was blinding all right. “Jitters, huh?”
I chuckled, pulling the blankets over my lap like they could protect me. “I think it’s all pretty standard, Riley.” I swallowed hard, nodding past her at the door. “Go have your shower…we’re wasting time with this.”
She kept her eyes on me a little longer than she should have, then finally turned and walked away. I watched her ass as she left, wondering what had gone so wrong, so quickly.
Fuck, Hope.
I massaged my face and waited to hear the shower spray before finally jumping out of bed and hurrying to the other bedroom to set up my work laptop at the desk. While the computer booted up, I stared out the window at the townhouse across from us, remembering that night.
Fuck, Hope.
I returned my attention to the computer and found an email. Well, I found half a dozen, but there was one in particular that stopped my heart.
Fuck, Hope.
I saw that there was an attachment to that email, so I opened the message and stared at the paperclip icon. I was hoping for a picture, preferably a nude or semi-nude one, but when I looked a little closer, I read the file extension and saw that it was just a fucking document. I cursed, the words silent on my mouth when—
“Cam, I’m heading out.”
I swung around in my chair like she had just caught me watching porn and masturbating. I wiped my clammy palms along my legs because in so many ways, this thing with Hope was a million times worse than online adult movies. “Okay. Yeah. Sure.”
From her position in the doorway, Riley tilted her head, scrutinizing me. “You’ve been weird all morning. Maybe you should get some more sleep, huh?”
I nodded, ready to agree with almost anything just to get her
I smiled but shook my head. “Rain check, I’m sorry. I have a bit of work to finish up this morning.”
“Cam, I thought that was why you were working so late all week?” she complained. “So we could have our weekend to ourselves.”
Shit. “I know. It’s not much, though. Just a few reports I need to pretty up.”
“And I didn’t mean come with me into the city. I meant why don’t you come with me in the shower?” She winked, biting on her lower lip.
I very deliberately admired her entire body, my eyes crawling up and down, first getting lost in that galaxy of freckles on her upper chest, then rolling over the small bump of her belly that you couldn’t see underneath any clothing, but was absolutely perfect. Still, I could think of nothing else but Hope, which wasn’t cool at all. When my stare reached the small patch of soft pubic hair, I abruptly moved my attention back to her face, feeling guilty. Like I was cheating on Hope with my soon-to-be bride.
I sat up in bed. “I’m going to get started on my work bullshit, so we can have the rest of the day together.”
The deflated look on her face told me she knew. Maybe not about last night’s laughing and flirting and how Hope and I had latched onto each other for a breath longer than we should have when we said goodbye. But she recognized that I was distracted.
“Okay.” She started walking away, then stopped at the bedroom door to glance back at me. “Everything okay, Cam? You’ve been acting all strange these past couple of weeks.”
I could’ve corrected her. Technically, it had only been since last Friday, eight days ago. Instead, I gave her a shrug. “It’s nothing, really.”
“Bullshit.” She shook her head.
“Work’s busy, and if anything,” I said, taking a deep breath, “it’s probably just pre-wedding jitters.”
Riley didn’t like that response. She strolled back into the bedroom, her hands on her hips, her scowl beating down on me like the desert sun. It was blinding all right. “Jitters, huh?”
I chuckled, pulling the blankets over my lap like they could protect me. “I think it’s all pretty standard, Riley.” I swallowed hard, nodding past her at the door. “Go have your shower…we’re wasting time with this.”
She kept her eyes on me a little longer than she should have, then finally turned and walked away. I watched her ass as she left, wondering what had gone so wrong, so quickly.
Fuck, Hope.
I massaged my face and waited to hear the shower spray before finally jumping out of bed and hurrying to the other bedroom to set up my work laptop at the desk. While the computer booted up, I stared out the window at the townhouse across from us, remembering that night.
Fuck, Hope.
I returned my attention to the computer and found an email. Well, I found half a dozen, but there was one in particular that stopped my heart.
Fuck, Hope.
I saw that there was an attachment to that email, so I opened the message and stared at the paperclip icon. I was hoping for a picture, preferably a nude or semi-nude one, but when I looked a little closer, I read the file extension and saw that it was just a fucking document. I cursed, the words silent on my mouth when—
“Cam, I’m heading out.”
I swung around in my chair like she had just caught me watching porn and masturbating. I wiped my clammy palms along my legs because in so many ways, this thing with Hope was a million times worse than online adult movies. “Okay. Yeah. Sure.”
From her position in the doorway, Riley tilted her head, scrutinizing me. “You’ve been weird all morning. Maybe you should get some more sleep, huh?”
I nodded, ready to agree with almost anything just to get her
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