by Brock, V. L.
“Work, fuck. Oh my God, Walker, I’m such an idiot. I’m sorry,” I gushed, rapidly scanning the kitchen, “I’ll do you some lunch to take with you.”
“Hey, Kady,” he settled his thumb under my chin, his fingers cradling the side of my face. “It’s okay, stop fussing. I’m lucky the boss is on a business trip, or he’d be wearing my guts for garters.”
I have to say that made me smile.
I walked him out into the hallway and watched hypnotized as he sat on the stair and shoved his feet into his heavy, sandy-colored boots. “If you give me a moment to get some clothing, I’ll give you your shirt back.”
He pushed himself up straight. He towered over me, easily six-foot one. I didn’t need to see what was under his tank top to see that he was built like a fucking God. My body heated and screamed as his eyes roamed over my slender figure which was screened to mid-thigh in his black and red plaid material, the buttons half undone and exposing a modest amount of cleavage. “Don’t worry about it; it suits you better than it does me anyway.”
Arms open wide, he asked for a hug, and I promptly stepped into his embrace. With my body pressed against the length of his, I had to contend with the craving to brazenly wander my hands over his body. However, I wasn’t a miracle worker. My fingertips hitched up a few inches of his top, and I made small, stirring circular movements over the warm, smooth flesh of his lower back. As he kissed the top of my head, I found myself unconsciously breathing him in once again.
He dropped his hands from me, unlocked and opened the door. “I’ll pick you up at 7.00 p.m.”
“Okay.”
“See ya later, darlin’,” he purred with a wink, and as I stepped back inside, closing that door behind me, I felt slightly unnerved by the feelings that were stirring inside of me, feelings that should be aimed towards my boyfriend, not his Irish, hot-as-fuck employee.
I set about my day of chores which took a lot longer than anticipated. I suppose that’s what happens when you move from a two bedroom apartment, to a two bedroomed, massive, detached house.
I switched the vacuum off on the upstairs hallway, and twisted the doorknob for Liam’s home office. I jiggled it and nudged it, but, safe to say, the room was safely locked.
Why would Liam lock his office?
I promptly pulled my hand away; relieving the brass knob as though it’d just burned me. I lost several minutes of my life resting against the opposite wall, staring at the secured dark wooden door with a perplexed expression, hoping that the longer I stared, the sooner my Superwoman powers would kick in and burn a laser hole through it.
“Liam, Liam, Liam…what am I going to do with you?”
The house phone began ringing its God awful, drilling sound. I shot down the hallway into the bedroom, and flounced over the queen-sized bed to Liam’s nightstand.
I picked up the receiver and pressed the button.
“Hello,” I panted.
“Hey, Kady,” he did it again, he made my fucking name sound like Katy, and every time he did it, I turned into a puddle of mush.
Lying on my stomach, I grinned down the speaker, “What’s up, Walker?”
“I’m so sorry, I know I said I’d pick you up around 7 p.m. to meet Liv, but I have to make up time for being late this morning. So––”
“Don’t worry just finish up work and if you want, you can come straight here, have a shower and whatever then we can leave. Liv won’t mind me being an hour or so late.”
“Um…are you sure? That wouldn’t be too weird?” I knew he was scowling, his lilt became a little thicker and little strained, but it was still the sexiest accent I’ve heard in my life.
“No, of course it won’t be. We’re friends right? Liv and I used to do it all the time. So, just make sure you have a change of clothes.”
“Okay, thanks, Kady.”
I was just about to say you’re welcome when I heard a stern voice shouting out, “Walker, you’re on my fucking time, ass off the motherfucking phone.”
“Walker, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get you into trouble. I’ll go––” I was just about to hang up when he called my name. “Yeah?”
“Why are you doing this, darlin’? You’re forever apologizing, three times today already.”
I grimaced and stilled. I do it with Liam all the time, yet I hadn’t even noticed I’ve been doing it. “I hadn’t even noticed, I––”
“If you dare say you’re sorry one more time darlin’, I’ll walk off site, come to yours and throw you under a cold shower.”
A throaty laugh that I had no hope in Hell of subduing was released down the set. I buried my face in the satin throw, and attempted to catch a breath.
“Okay. Go back to work. I’ll see you later.”
“See you later, darlin’.” And then he was gone.
Table of Contents
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Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
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Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Epilogue
About the author
Acknowledgment
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