Page 44 of Tempt
“Did you even...”
“This wasn’t about that,” she said quickly.
“This should always be about that.” I reached between us, placing my thumb on her clit. “Let me—”
“No.” She grabbed my wrist. “Really, Zach. It’s okay. Listen, there’s a roll of paper towels on the file cabinet in the corner. Could you maybe bring it to me? I don’t have any other clothes here, and—”
“Of course.” I carefully disengaged from her body as she tried to protect her clothing by sliding off the desk and keeping her dress at her hips. After I brought her the paper towel, I turned around to pull myself together and give her some privacy.
“There’s a mirror on the inside of that closet door,” she said.
“Thanks.” I went over to the closet, opened the door, and checked my reflection in the mirror. My suit looked okay, and my tie was still knotted, but my face was sweaty and flushed. Beneath my clothing, my back was hot and damp. I smoothed my hair where Millie’s fingers had tousled it.
She walked toward me, and I backed away from the mirror so she could use it.
I watched as she pulled out her ponytail and redid it, smoothed her dress over her curves, turned around and checked out her back by looking over her shoulder.
“You look perfect,” I told her.
She smiled and faced the mirror again. “My face is so pink. I look like I just got off the treadmill.”
I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. Kissed her temple and met her eyes in the mirror. “You’re beautiful.”
She placed her arms on top of mine and tipped her head back against my chest. “Thank you.”
“There’s probably no chance we can skip the rest of this wedding, is there?”
“Nope.”
Exhaling, I dropped my arms. “I didn’t think so. Should I go out first?”
“Sure.” She fanned her face. “I need a minute anyway.”
“Okay.” Adjusting my cuffs, I walked to the door and grabbed the handle. Then I looked over at her. “Can we talk later?”
“Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“Maybe not in person. On the phone?”
“Do you thinkthat’sa good idea?”
“Can we at least be trusted to text?”
“Honestly, Zach, I’m not sure. And we were supposed to delete each other’s numbers last night.”
“Did you do it?” I asked.
She hesitated, then shook her head.
“I didn’t either.”
Her cheeks grew even more pink. “We are not good people.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.” I pulled the door open, listened for a moment, then glanced into the hall. All clear. I looked back at her. “I’m not going to stay too long, so why don’t you text me when you get home? I’d like to talk.”
“You’re not leaving because of me, are you?” She looked adorably concerned. “Mason is so happy you’re here, and I’d hate to—”
“It’s not because of you,” I said firmly.
