his incredible books.
His head turns back to me. “Lie down, Lilac.” His voice commands, but his tone is tender. I do as he says although I remain confused by his orders and my position. While I’m still watching him, he returns to his laptop. My lids slowly lower at the sound of furious keyword clicking.
What world is he creating so he can lose himself and escape me beside him?
+ + +
I wake coated in a layer of sweat. The lamp dimly illuminating the room earlier this evening, or morning, or whatever time it was, is off, and the bedroom is enveloped in darkness. Something warm and heavy rests around my middle and the largest heating blanket lays along my back and against my legs. I wiggle my toes and touch the tops of bare feet which do not belong to me. A subtle shift behind me rustles the sheets and I stiffen.
“You okay, angel?” Jacob’s sleepy voice twists my insides. His breath tickles the back of my neck, and I shiver.
“I’m warm,” I whisper, despite the cool trickle down my spine. I’m almost afraid to speak. He must be dreaming. He doesn’t know he’s holding me. He doesn’t know what he’s doing.
“That’s a good sign, right? Fever’s breaking.” My body has been struggling between chills and heat for nearly two days.
“I think,” I say, hoping he releases me and moves away. Instead, his arm tightens over my middle, and my back rests against his chest. Through the thin T-shirt I’m wearing, his chest feels firm and bare. Warmth radiates from him to me. My legs twitch, feeling the coarse hairs of his against mine.
Holy Count Dracula. Is he only wearing boxer briefs behind me?
Jacob is not ashamed of his body. In fact, he’s rather proud of it. He works out religiously in his home gym, equipped with weights and boxing equipment. His physique is that of a fighter, and he’s merciless once he gets going on the punching bag. The muscle of his arm flexes around me, and he nuzzles deeper into my neck, inhaling my skin.
“You smell sweet,” he whispers.
“You mean like sweat,” I correct with a huff.
“Nope, sweet, like your namesake, Lilac.” That isn’t my name. I’m Pam Carter, but Jacob has taken to calling me Lilac almost twenty-four seven as if no other name exists. Then again, when he’s angry, my given name comes out. It’s rare that he’s angry with me, though. I’ve heard his fights with Mandi. Yes, Mandi with an “i”.
Mandi, sweet as candy, she’s known to say during interviews. She’s a model or something, and thirteen years younger than Jacob. I’m actually not certain what she does. She’s more like a bored heiress with too much money and a serious lack of body fat.
My legs shuffle as they ache, rubbing against Jacob’s, and he adjusts behind me. Something pokes me in the backside, and I still.
Is he? . . . He can’t be . . . Not with me.
“Jacob,” I whisper, wanting to wake him from his slumber and remind him I’m the one he has his arm around. Not his girlfriend but me, his assistant. The woman he claims saved his life. “It’s me, Pam.”
My voice speaks louder, but at the same time, my fingers stroke down his forearm over my midsection. Without thinking, I scratch back up the length, tenderly dragging my nails over the coarse hair. Back and forth, I stroke from wrist to elbow, and repeat.
“Hmm. That feels nice, angel.” Something brushes my shoulder. Did he . . . did he kiss me?
Maybe I’m the one dreaming. Maybe I’m the one unconscious and slipping into an abyss of pure wannabe. I want to be Jacob’s girlfriend. I want to be his lover. I want to be his best friend.
And all of these wants make me ridiculous.
I still and pat his arm with a short, sharp slap. His fingers curl into a fist, knuckles brushing over my breast before clutching the fabric of his tee at my chest.
“What did you do that for?” he grumbles into the back of my neck.
“Just want to make sure you’re awake and realize you have your arm around me. Pam.” I emphasize my name again.
“Don’t know a Pam,” he teases. “Only know my Lilac, who is typically sweet and lets me sleep. Now, can we please go back to that?” He chuckles, rubbing his nose along my skin and then slipping his arm off me. He rolls to his back behind me and the