Conflict of Interest - By Allyson Lindt Page 0,49
deeply. She sighed and pressed into him, nails digging into his back as she held him close. He gasped when they finally broke for air, lust still pumping through him.
He dropped his forehead against her shoulder. “You’re still amazing.” His words were marred by his heavy breathing. “Even more than last time I said it.”
She trailed her nails up his spine, voice soft. “Only with you.”
Chapter 14
Kenzie snuggled into the sturdy body behind her, loving the feeling of Scott’s arm wrapped around her. His blankets were soft and warm against her bare skin. She watched the sun creep across the floor through the heavy blinds, glinting off the glass of framed game artwork, industry awards. Glaring off photos on Scott’s dresser of him with Zach and Rae. Warming the flannel sheets covering them both.
Ambivalence warred in her thoughts, making it difficult to completely enjoy the moment. The night before had been incredible, and she wanted it to happen again and again. Except that wasn’t how purely physical relationships worked.
That and there was the tiny detail that she was sleeping with a client—something that could get her fired if anyone ever found out. Ever had a reason to question if it had been a conflict of interest.
A relationship she wanted more than almost anything, with a man she didn’t think felt the same way. She was so screwed.
He kissed the back of her neck, breath warm on her skin, and pulled her closer. “Morning.”
“Hey.” Her voice was soft. She wanted to cling to the perfectness of the morning as long as possible.
His hand moved up her thigh, stopping on her bare stomach. “I think I owe your sister a thank you note.”
She smiled at the implication. “Don’t encourage her. It doesn’t always turn out this well.”
He nipped at her shoulder. “I’m hoping it’s never turned out this well. I’d hate to think I have competition.”
She sighed at the light kisses, tilting her head back to give him access to her earlobe. A soft whimper slipped out when he accepted the invitation. “Speaking of family, you have so many pictures of yourself as an adult, where are the ones of you as a child?”
His posture shifted behind her, growing rigid for a moment before he relaxed. “I try and avoid my past. Daddy issues and all that.”
Crap, she was ruining the moment. She didn’t want that. “I’ll file that under topics that make Scott McAllister uncomfortable, and we’ll move on.”
He pulled her closer, grip tightening around her for a moment in a squeeze before he relaxed again. “Nope, nothing makes me uncomfortable. But Scott Evans is still haunted by his childhood.”
Had he really…? He had. His old last name. He’d just revealed a bit of the past she’d never been able to uncover. She should move on, change the subject, but she was curious. “Why does that name sound familiar?”
He exhaled. “You’ve probably seen the name on license plate rims.”
Her eyes grew wide. Scott Evans owned a massive chain of car dealerships across several states. “So you’re … really?”
“Yeah, he’s my father.”
Wow. The shock sank in. It didn’t change how she felt about him, but there was something about knowing he’d come from so much money that boggled her mind. He was so down to earth.
He molded against her again, but something felt off. His lips slid along her shoulder. “Not that I mind talking about my past, except that I kind of do, so instead can I buy you breakfast?”
In public. On a weekend. With a client and very obviously wearing his clothes. This time she was the one to stiffen. She failed to keep the discomfort to herself. “Do you get room service up here?”
He dropped his arm and sat, pushing away from her. “I meant the diner on the corner. They make an incredible omelet. Unless French toast is more your thing.”
Her brow furrowed. She needed to save this. Get the warmth and comfort back. She rolled onto her back and tilted her head up enough to brush her lips over his, propping herself up on her elbows. “I’m enjoying the moment. I bet we could figure out something to do here.”
He didn’t return the kiss, jaw set in a hard line. “Please don’t do this.”
She stuck out her lower lip. “Do what? The company is nice. It should be like this more often.”
He stood and backed away. “Hidden from public view like the uncle no one mentions at Thanksgiving because he’s in prison?”
She slumped back, arms crossed over