Under His Obsession - A Steamy Workplace Romance - Cathryn Fox Page 0,50

better than to add. This is sex, with no emotions, and the last thing I plan to do is make love to her.

We only have a little over one week left here in paradise before we go back to the grind of New York. I have no idea how the time went so fast. Then again, what is that old saying? Time flies when you’re having fun. It’s strange, because normally I’m happy to return home after being away for an extended period, but this time is different. I’m not sure I’m ready for this trip to be over. Oh, and why is that?

Khloe.

Simply put, I’ve become totally obsessed with the woman who is wide-open and honest in the bedroom. The same woman who is currently giving her time to a classroom full of elementary school kids. She’s been spending a few hours there every day for the last week, and I’ve never seen her happier.

I step away from the window, take the steaks from the fridge and flip them over in the marinade. A laugh bubbles up in my throat. Here I hired Khloe to take care of the household chores while I worked, yet I’ve been cooking for her every night and damn well loving it. I especially love all the gratuitous moans she makes when she slides the fork into her mouth as she savors a home-cooked meal. The women I know love to eat at fancy restaurants, but Khloe prefers home cooking. Probably because before this week she lived on takeout pizza and nuked food. Something she confessed to me earlier in the week when she burned my eggs. Which once again takes my thoughts back to Granddad and why he hired her in the first place. Not that I’m complaining. I chuckle quietly to myself as I think about thanking the old man.

While Khloe and I have stuck to the rules for “fucking your assistant,” it’s getting harder and harder to watch her leave my bedroom after my lips have been all over her body, save for her mouth, and my cock has been inside her. Christ, I might be cashing in my man card here, but I kind of like the idea of her snuggling in next to me, and more importantly waking up next to her in the morning. I shouldn’t be having those thoughts, but there doesn’t seem to be a damn thing I can do to stop them.

I put the steaks back in the fridge and wander outside. Warm air falls over me, and I step up to the deck to glance at the pool and ocean below. Papers rustle on the table near the pool. Shit, Khloe must have forgotten her journal.

I make my way down the stairs and pick up her hard-covered journal. I consider opening it, but that would be a huge invasion of her privacy, and what kind of man would that make me when I go overboard to protect my own? I carry it into the house and deposit it on the kitchen table. Perhaps she’s started work on that novel she’s talked about. The sound of my car pulling into the driveway reaches my ears, and I nearly bolt to the door like a lovestruck teenager.

Jesus, I can’t fall for her. I’m not looking for more, and neither is she. Even if I was, I’ve already proven I can’t stay committed, and I’m not about to hurt her the way I hurt Naomi. Khloe put important rules in place for a reason, and that reason was to ensure we keep this physical. So I’d be wise not to get any notions that she might want more.

I force myself to walk slowly and pull the door open to find Khloe jumping from the passenger seat, a wide smile on her face. Goddammit, I like her. I like her a lot.

“How was your day?” I ask, my heart picking up tempo at the mere sight of her. I let my eyes skim the length of her, admire her T-shirt and skirt, which both hug her curves.

“Amazing,” she says. I can’t help watching her mouth as she excitedly goes on to tell me all about today’s lessons and how well the kids are doing. She never did tell me what her last job was, and it’s not important, but I have to say, I think she’s found her calling here. Would she like to stay on permanently? I mean, she could live in my house, use my car,