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.My nipplestighten as I recall how liberating it felt to be blindfolded and pleasured.I want that sensation again.I want to feel more.And that cute little accountantmight be just the one to give it to me.I resist the urge to tweak my hard peaks and the overwhelming desire to pleasure myselfin the shower.I hurry through my washing, worried Andy will return with lunch whileI m still in the bathroom.I pick a pair of tight jeans that showcase my ass nicely,and a snug top to display the cleavage revealed by my push-up bra.If I m thinkingmore about that man than I want, then damned if I m not going to drive him to distractionevery chance I get.I put on light make-up and give my short hair a quick blast with the hairdryer.Bythe time I finish, my phone vibrates.It s a text from Andy.On my way up.Can you let me in?Yup.Within five minutes, we re seated at the kitchen island and eating.I m hyper awareof him sitting next to me, his jean clad thigh brushing against my own.I ve caughthim stealing a few sly looks down the front of my shirt.Good.That was the goal whenI picked it.If I can keep him off balance maybe I can get the upper hand on thispuzzling, but attractive, man.We clean up after the meal and leave for the elevator. You ve got a nice place, Carla. Thanks, I say while hitting the button for the lobby. You almost sound surprised.Andy shrugs, his hands in his pockets making the movement look cute. My sister isa slob.I never know what to expect in a woman s apartment.I laugh, the idea of Andy turning his nose up at a beautiful woman with a messy apartmentstrikes me as hysterical. You re a hard guy to figure out. Me? I m hard to figure out? Andy coughs and it turns into choking.The elevator opens. You okay? His choking stops and he glares at me. What? Youthink you re an easy guy to understand? I think you re the one who s a hard nut to crack.Not me. Me? I say as we walk across the lobby. Aren t I the ideal hook-up? I like to havefun with no strings attached.What guy doesn t want that?Before I even anticipate Andy might react to my statement, the man pins me againstthe wall near the front door. You re more than a hook-up, can t you see that? Hisbig blues eyes stare into mine, daring me to disagree. I His lips descend on mine, covering my mouth with their warmth and intensity.Aftera moment, the tip of his tongue traces along my bottom lip.His voice comes out soft,the heat of his breath fanning my face. If you don t expect much from the man you rewith, then why waste your time with him? He kisses me again, this time delving deeper,encouraging my tongue to play with his. You are worth more.Don t ever forget it.A throat clears, the sound coming from the direction of the elevators.A glance revealsit s the building manager, arms loaded with tools and supplies. Sorry to interrupt.I need to get by.Heat rushes to my face and I hear the harping voice of my mother in my head, belittlingme for such uncouth behavior.Andy nods to the man as he goes by, unconcerned by beingcaught.I fan my cheeks after the older man passes. Oh, please, Andy says when he sees my actions. Is my little durian embarrassedby some innocent PDA? Is this the same woman who opened my pants in the elevator aweek ago? Durian? What s that? I refuse to acknowledge my less than stellar drunken behaviorof that Friday.We all have low points, and that was mine.Examining why it was a low pointfor me is something I d like to avoid facing. A durian is a prickly fruit. At my look of confusion he continues. Have you everseen the greenish brown fruit with spikes all over it in the produce section? I shakemy head. Well, it s thorny on the outside, but sweet on the inside. He tugs a shortlock of my hair before stealing another brief kiss. Like you.A smile lights my face and curious warmth spreads in my chest.Sure, he may have justreferred to me as a god-awful looking piece of fruit, but it was a sweet comparison,nonetheless.Andy grabs my hand the moment we leave my building, and holds tighterwhen I try to tug free. Would it kill you to hold my hand? he asks.His blunt question flusters me and I glance away. Uh& no. I look back toward him with humor. Unless you ve got some rare skin to skin transferrable disease, but thenI would ve gotten it when we&  I belatedly realize I m babbling, so I shut up.Andy laughs and gives my hand a tug. Yeah, if I did have something nasty like that,you d already have it.Holding his hand feels strangely& intimate.Like we ve made a connection in a crowdwith the simple physical contact.Warmth travels up my arm and I like it.A glanceat Andy reveals a smug, almost satisfied expression on his face. What are you so happy about, mister?In a flash, the look is gone, to be replaced by a soft glow of contentment. Nothingmuch. He raises our joined hands. Nice to hold the durian without getting pricked. Ha! Keep it up.I can turn the bitchiness on in a heartbeat if you miss it.Justlet me know.We ride the subway, Andy not letting go of my hand the whole time.I felt a littleunsure at one point, and tried again to remove my hand from his.He held fast andwouldn t let go.It was oddly comforting.Once we arrive at Dress for Success I make a stand. Okay.I m cool with the handholding.It s cute.But not here, all right? I need toget work done and not be tethered to you like a lost child.Andy s startled laughter spills out and he releases my hand, raising both of his ina surrender gesture. Relax, Carla.I can find other ways to keep my hands occupied.I walk past him and he lightly smacks my ass as I enter.I glare back at him and he smiles. You wore those jeans to tempt me.Don t deny it.I m just succumbing to what you planned all along.The afternoon zips by in a blur.Andy charms everyone he comes into contact with,his ready smile and easy-going manner making him popular among the weekend crew.Atone point, in the back room, Andy pinned me to the wall for another soul-searchingkiss.Damned if that man doesn t have a way with his mouth.At four o clock we wrap up and leave.Conflicted feelings battle for supremacy inmy mind.Do I trust what I ve seen of Andy or brush him off before we take thingsfurther? Despite the great day we ve had together, I still need time to figure outwhat s happening between us.Andy takes my hand again as we exit. Want to grab dinner? Round out our date nicelywith a full stomach?I trip over my own feet and catch myself with the help of his steady hold on my hand. Date? I don my snarkiest expression. I thought dates started with dinner?He shrugs, unconcerned with my bitch face. They can start with breakfast, Dury.No rules to what a date has to be. Dury? Where did that come from? When you get all distant and standoffish I think of it as your prickly coming out.Dury, durian fruit? His devilish grin calls me, begging me to smack it off his face. It s okay though, I m getting used to it.Think it s your defense mechanism.Betyou do it unconsciously [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]