her while sick really did a number on me. Her caring for me put my head in a dangerous spot, and the second we got back, I had to put some distance between us.
Had… not want.
What I wanted was to sneak into her room while she was sleeping and curl myself around her luscious body.
I wanted to sift my fingers though her soft hair.
I wanted to wake for once with the sun streaming through the curtains when neither one of us was covered in sweat from breaking fevers.
And of course, there were a million other things I wanted, things that made my slacks uncomfortable, things that made my mouth water and my fingers twitch.
But I can’t want those things any more than I can have them. Just the thoughts are torture enough for me to lose my mind.
And we won’t even go into the things I do when I’m alone.
Nope. We don’t even think of those things.
Those things are insidious. Those things make me ask questions like—What would it hurt? My brain answering that it would be a mistake while my body is insisting I jump in feet first.
“Good morning!” Bubbly and bright with a wide smile on her face, Remington bounces into the room, another pair of sinful leggings clinging to her body. “I have an appointment today.”
“Another pole class?”
She bites her bottom lip, making it obvious she was able to hear the excited anticipation in my voice.
“No.” She laughs when my face falls, and it reminds me once again that I need to do better on schooling my emotions around her. “It’s at a clinic.”
My brows furrow. “Are you feeling bad again? Relapse of illness after being sick is very common.”
“Oh.” She tilts her head to the side. “Are you worried about me?”
“No,” I lie. “But I imagine your parents wouldn’t be very impressed if you were sick twice in the small amount of time I’ve been here.”
Narrowed green eyes glare at me. “Of course. Always worried about your damn job.”
The jovial mood she was in disappears, and I fight the urge to stand, cup her face, and assure her that I don’t give a shit about her parents, or at this point, my fucking job. But that would be another partial lie. My job is keeping her safe, and other than her sinful body, the only thing in my head.
“It’s not that kind of appointment.” She grabs a juice from the fridge before walking across the room toward the garage. “It’s a little more intimate than that.”
I glare at her back, my fingers twitching to open the front passenger side door when she stands near the back of her car.
“I’m not going to your woman’s visit with you, Remington.”
She just laughs as she settles into the backseat, tugging the door closed when all I can do is stare down at her.
Heaven fucking help me, because it’s going to take celestial intervention to survive this woman.
***
“Absolutely not,” I hiss as Remington leads the way into the clinic. There’s more conviction in my voice than was present when I started out denying her ideas for her birthday party.
A beautiful woman stands at the front counter, beaming at first, her face falling slightly when I clasp Remington’s arm. I could have this conversation without touching her, and it’s definitely possible without pressing my front against her back and growling in her ear, but maybe the nearness will get my point across better.
“I’m not going into that room with you.”
She spins toward me without even attempting to pull her arm from my grip. It’s not tight enough to hurt her, and she doesn’t seem too keen to lose the contact either.
Bright green, mischievous eyes blink up at me. “Yes, you will.”
“I won’t. I’ll sit in the lobby and wait.”
This isn’t the damn pole class. This isn’t a group event of seduction like the damn dance number she did while swinging around a pole, her legs spreading so wide I swear I could see her—
I clear my throat. “No, Remington. That’s going too far.”
“I can’t do this on my own.”
“It’s your first time?” She doesn’t have a clue what she’s gotten herself into.
“No.” She scoffs like I’ve insulted her breeding like she’s a peasant. “I just always have someone with me.”
“Like Phillip Warren?” My words are a low hiss, and I fucking knew that guy was dipping his fucking pen in the company ink, despite his denial.
Her eyes dart away. I’ll fucking kill him.
“Remi.”
“Not him. I don’t think his boyfriend would’ve minded