Page 580 of Summer Heat
A taciturn “try again” expression is his only response.
“I…can’t sleep,” I finish lamely, going with something truthful, but feeling like a bumbling idiot at the same time.
His expression softens then, as if I’ve said something that hits home for him as well. “Is something bothering you?”
I nod.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
For a second, I’m thrown for a complete loop that a human being is actually suggesting I open my mouth and unleash the contents of my overactive brain. Voluntarily.
But then he shifts forward in his seat and my mind whites out again, leaving my eyes without a keeper as they start traveling lower and lower.
As much as I fight it—and I really do—I find myself fixated on the one thing I’m more interested in thinking about than work at the moment.
7
| JASON |
FRIDAY
(Time: Way too early for morning wood.)
She’s staring at my dick again.
And as much as I fight it—I really do—I find my cock get
ting hard enough to hammer nails.
I should tell her to cut it out.
But I don’t.
For some totally screwy reason, I’m not thinking about maintaining a professional distance right now. No, I’m thinking about how I miss the shocked expression on her face from the other day. How I miss the wonder, the curiosity she’d had while staring at my hard cock. And how I miss the feeling that I’m the only man to get her that flushed and flustered in a while.
Or ever.
Damn it. The possessive, downright primal gut clench I feel at that last possibility is the only thing that’s able to snap me out of it.
“So, are you going to tell me what’s on your mind or not, Summer?” I purposely make my tone harsher than usual.
“Are you going to fire me?” she blurts out, face full of dread.
I blink at her in confusion. “What?”
“I’m sorry I stared so long at your, um, package the other day. I swear, I won’t do it again.” A dark blush stains her cheeks. “I mean I promise after this last time just now.”
Well, shit, what does it say about me that I’m getting pissed over her vowing to never look at my hard-on again? That’s messed up, man. “Forget about it. It’s no big deal.”
“We both know that’s not true. You’re my boss. It was inappropriate. I basically sexually harassed you.” She looks down, shoulders heartbreakingly slumped. “I would understand if you don’t want to work with me anymore.”
So that’s what has her looking more worried than usual. “I’m not going to fire you over this, Summer.”
“Any other boss would. If any of your other workers did what I did…”
I bark out a laugh at that. “If any of my big, hulking construction workers came into my bathroom unannounced and stared at my junk, yeah, I probably would fire him.”
She looks close to tears as she scrambles quickly to her feet. “Thank you for the opportunity, Jason. I won’t ever forget it.”
