Under His Obsession - A Steamy Workplace Romance - Cathryn Fox Page 0,13
idea how I got here.”
I sit down next to her on the edge of the bed, and she sways toward me as the mattress dips. “I brought you here, put you to bed and have been waking you every four hours to give you ibuprofen.”
“You have?” she asks, her eyes big.
I rake my hands through my hair. “Is that so hard to believe?”
“What I can’t believe is that I threw up in front of you.”
“Again, you mean?” I say, hoping to coax a laugh out of her. I don’t.
“Yeah, again,” she groans. “I haven’t been sick like that since I was—”
“In the back seat of Granddad’s car?”
“Ugh.”
“Projectile vomiting. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Yeah, it’s quite the gift.” She covers her face, hides behind her hands. Suddenly she pulls them away and her gaze flies to her chest. Her shoulders drop from her ears when she finds herself still in my button-down. At least it was dry when I put her to bed, and I didn’t have to suffer the visual of her gorgeous full tits, nipples poking through the dampness.
Oh, the hardship.
Seriously though, her body is, to sum it up with one word...banging.
As my blood starts to leave my brain, she tugs the sheet up to her chin.
“Ugh, I need to change into some clean clothes.”
“I didn’t want to put you to bed in a dirty shirt, but I wasn’t about to undress you.” I put my hand over my crotch. “You know...with me being fond of my nuts and all.”
That brings a smile to her face, for about two seconds. “Did you get any sleep at all?”
I give a casual shrug, but her concern for me is appreciated. “I dozed.”
“I...feel horrible,” she says her voice so soft and sincere it tugs at something inside me. “I hope you don’t get it.”
“I’ve had my shots.”
“Me too, and yet...” Her eyes widen. “Wait—”
“I called Granddad, and he’s resting. No signs of flu.”
She relaxes. “Thank God. At his age...” Her nose crinkles, and as I take in the sprinkle of freckles, I note the tinge of sadness in her eyes. “I really appreciate you taking care of me. You didn’t have to... I mean I never expected you to...”
What, has no one ever taken care of her before?
“See, not a total asshole.”
“I’ll give you that.”
“Mighty generous of you. How about I get you to the shower and then make us something to eat.” Her stomach takes that moment to growl. “I’m starving.”
I stand and hold my arm out to help her up.
“What?” she asks, looking at my hand like it might grow a snake head and bite her.
“I’ll help you to the shower.”
“Oh.” She pushes the sheets down. “I can get up myself.”
I drop my arm and shove my hands into my jeans pockets. Her gaze follows as my pants slide lower on my hips.
“Granddad used to say your dad was stubborn. I see the apple hasn’t fallen far from the tree.”
“I’ve put you out enough.” She swings her feet over the edge of the bed.
“I don’t mind putting out.”
Jesus, Will. What the fuck are you doing?
Her feet stop seconds before hitting the wood floor, and her gaze flies to mine. Dark eyes narrow, like she’s trying to figure out if I’m flirting or not.
I am, but I shouldn’t be. She’s an assistant, and the last girl I should be screwing around with. Yeah, sure, she signed a confidentiality clause, and Granddad vetted her. But sex with the help is wrong, and something the media would leap at and twist if they got wind of it. The last thing I want is my face splashed all over the papers again. I’ve brought enough shame to the Carson family as it is, and I’m sure Khloe doesn’t want her history out there for all to examine and pick apart.
“Believe it or not, when someone needs help, I help,” I say, getting my head back on right and redirecting the conversation. “That, and you’re a friend of Granddad’s. He’d kill me if I didn’t treat you properly.” She nods, and I continue with, “Why don’t you shower, and I’ll make us something to eat.”
She scurries off the bed and wobbles a bit as she stands. “Whoa,” she says, and puts her hand to her head.
“Let me help you.” I wrap my arm around her waist and tug her against me. She’s stiff at first but then relaxes into me. “You’re still pretty weak.”