Slow No Wake - By Dakota Madison Page 0,29

do, we should just do nothing. It was as good of a plan as any, I supposed.

***

That evening, I half expected there to be a knock on the door but there wasn’t. I was starting to doubt what Ricky had said about both Eddie and Daniel wanting me. If they did, they both had an odd way of showing it. They were completely ignoring me.

I went to bed early and thought about Daniel and our kiss near the beach. I wondered how his rough hands would feel on my breasts and hips and stomach and thighs. I thought about feeling his tender kiss on my lips and neck and the sensitive spot behind my ears.

Then my mind flashed to Eddie. I imagined him pushing his way through my door, grabbing my ass and lifting me up so I was straddling him, then pushing me up against the wall. He would slam his lips into mine and kiss me hard and rough, his calloused hands on my thighs. There would be a hard edge to everything he did and everything he wanted me to do.

Stop!

How could I fantasize about two guys in one night? Especially when they were roommates and especially when they lived next door. They were both so different but it was the differences that seemed to attract me to each of them.

I was in big trouble.

***

I wasn’t looking forward to the staff meeting the next day because I would be forced to sit in a room with Daniel for an entire hour. And seeing him for the first time since the incident on Saturday night would probably be anywhere from awkward to extremely uncomfortable.

I decided the best strategy would be to get to the meeting room early and have my choice of seats. I arrived ten minutes early and to my surprise, Daniel was already seated in the room. His eyes were closed and he was rubbing his temples with his fingers.

I cleared my throat so Daniel would realize he was no longer alone. When he looked up at me, I noticed his eyes had dark circles under them. He looked haggard. Still sexy but also weary. My stomach clenched at the thought of me causing him so much anguish.

“Hi,” Daniel said so softly it was nearly inaudible.

“Hi,” I replied.

“Do you mind if I sit down next to you?” I asked.

He hesitated then nodded. I wasn’t sure if that meant he minded or if he was okay with me sitting next to him. I should have asked a better question.

I sat down anyway and he didn’t protest. It took a minute for Daniel to look at me, but when he finally did, his eyes were filled with pain.

“I’m really sorry,” I said. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears. Shit. The last thing I wanted was to start crying at work.

Daniel slowly lifted his hand to my face and wiped the tears from my eyes. His rough skin tickled my cheeks just a bit. “Please don’t cry,” he whispered.

I tried to stifle the inevitable sobs that I knew were coming. Once the tear floodgates opened, I usually turned into a sobbing mass.

“Stand up,” Daniel said.

Without questioning it, I stood. Then he stood up next to me and wrapped me in a tight embrace.

“The rest of the staff will be here soon,” I whispered.

“I don’t care,” he whispered back. “Right this moment, this is the only thing I care about.”

Before my mind had time to register exactly what was happening, Daniel’s lips were on mine. His soft kisses quickly turned more urgent and needy. His breathing quickened as his mouth became greedier and more hungry. We may have ripped each other’s clothes off if we hadn’t been in the middle of a meeting room at work. And if the rest of the staff was due to join us…right now.

We were interrupted by the sounds of the twins’ voices as they entered the room arguing. Daniel jumped away from me and we both tried to quickly compose ourselves.

I don’t know how much the twins actually saw, but when I glanced over at them, they were both wide-eyed. That couldn’t be good.

I took a seat at the far end of the table, opposite Daniel. I tried my best not to look over at him, but the pull toward him overwhelmed my rational mind.

I could see that Daniel’s breathing was still heavy and he had pure desire in his eyes. I nearly melted in my chair, the chemistry between us