His Off Limits Best Friend - Vivian Wood Page 0,33

brought them both a glass of the fizzy water, and held her hand over her chest to keep her cleavage discreet while she sat down. “I hope I’m getting a bonus for adding ‘waitress’ to my job description.”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Connor said, and sat erect. “How much do you think—”

“I’m kidding,” she said with a laugh. “Calm down. Not everything has to do with money. But, you know, just for future reference, that’s not how a polite guest acts.”

“I didn’t know I was a guest,” he said as he took a long swallow from the glass.

“What else would I call you?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. A friend, I guess. That’s how I talk to Chase and Jay and everyone when I’m at their places. Actually, with them, I know where everything is so I just take it.”

“Oh,” she said, and looked at her lap. His friend? She didn’t know if that was better or worse than his employee.

“You know,” he said, taking another sip. “The marketing behind this company really is genius. It’s incredible they got so many people to slap down big bucks for what’s basically carbonated water…”

She tuned out his words and just watched his body. Sam loved the way his incredibly long eyelashes contrasted with the rest of his body—everything else was so masculine, and yet there was that tiny touch of softness.

His jawline was incredible, looked like it was carved out of granite. With the shirt still sticking to him, she could recall exactly what his torso looked like naked, every swell and etching. Big as a horse, the girl had said. Was it true? She looked to his crotch and tried to visualize what was underneath. What would be the harm in…

“Sam?” he asked, and tore her out of her fantasy.

“Yeah, what? Sorry,” she said. “I’m, uh, distracted today.”

“I can see that,” he said, knowingly. “But I’ll let it slide this time. I can’t expect you to always be on your A game. Especially when, you know, you’re practically falling out of a robe.”

She looked down again and saw her breasts were dangerously close to making a debut. “Shit,” she said, and grabbed at the material.

“It’s okay, I’m enjoying the show,” he said with a smile. “But I should probably be going. I have a long run back.”

As she stood up to walk him to the door, she realized he’d made her so sweaty that a droplet inched its way from her center down her inner thigh. When he turned to say goodbye to her at the door, it took all her willpower not to jump him.

“See you tomorrow,” he said, and took off.

A sadness washed over her as she watched him leave. But at the same time, she couldn’t wait to get back to herself.

She didn’t even make it to her bedroom. Instead she sat on the couch, still warm from his presence, and finished herself off. The loudness of her cries surprised even herself, the wetness spreading across the leather.

As she reclined back on the cushions, she huffed. She’d hoped getting herself off would ease her horniness. But it just made her want him even more.

15

Connor

Be there in ten. His phone lit up with Sam’s text, and he shifted uncomfortably in the seat.

“So, where’s the wife-to-be?” one of the investors asked him pointedly, yet with a smile. Connor gave the older man with perfectly slicked-back hair his best charming grin.

“Almost here,” he said. “She helped her mother with something this morning.”

After all these years, he could still impress himself with how easily lies rolled off his lips. Especially when inside he was screaming at Sam. Doesn’t she know how many people would kill to be in the owner’s box at a Redskins game?

Why are you in an Uber? he texted her as he took a glass of ale from the waitress assigned just to them.

Car wouldn’t start, don’t know what’s wrong with it, she replied.

He rolled his eyes. Connor had wondered if it would be okay if she drove herself. What would be the harm? It’s not like the investors would see that they arrived separately—and so what if they did? They weren’t married yet.

“I think it’s sweet,” the latest wife of one of the investors said. “You know, that you two aren’t living together until after the wedding.”

“I think it’s stupid,” her husband said. He was a man in his fifties, but Connor had to admit that he did a great job keeping fit. Marathons and cross-state cycling events gave