Jordan scowled and I ignored him.
“Good night, Jordan. Night, Adam.”
I grabbed my notes about Jordan’s new assigned project and stuffed them in my purse, then nodded to them both. Adam went to the door and held it open for me. At least he was a gentleman.
But clearly I didn’t really want a gentleman, because the wild animal who just had his hands and mouth all over me had been a lot more exciting. My body heat flared up again and the memory of him was causing me to sweat. Weak-kneed, I hobbled back to the driveway and my car.
His kisses had been amazing and my body was still aching with unfulfilled arousal. Goddamn it, his mouth had been inches from my nipple. I took a deep breath and then let it go. Now I’d never know what it would feel like. What he’d be like.
Sometimes at work, I watched his hands. They were large, strong hands. Masculine. I’d wondered if he was good in bed. He changed women like underwear, so it was evidenced—and even Adam had alluded to it. Jordan’s dates were all six-foot tall, flawlessly beautiful size twos with glowing skin and amazing bone structure. He was an extremely good-looking guy and a millionaire so he had lots to offer, but he must have been pretty good in bed too. The angry ones often were…so I’d heard.
I sucked in a quick breath. Jordan was giving the sex god Falco of Comic-Con a run for his money in the hot sexual encounters department…and he hadn’t even gotten to second base.
I clicked the alarm off on my car, shakily considering the consequences of what might have happened had we not been interrupted. I’d probably be naked and under him right this moment had Adam not shown up, and that could have been a disaster. Sex with my boss. Way to really screw the pooch, April. At least Falco the sex god was still a safely anonymous encounter that, God willing, would remain that way despite the notorious video.
I tried to shove the memory of Jordan’s kisses and his hands out of my mind. I couldn’t allow things to go any further. And judging from the look on his face, he probably felt the same way. We’d gotten carried away—that was it. No more being alone together. No more going over to his house.
When I arrived home, it was almost ten. Sid was in her fuzzy jammies and yellow Minion slippers huddled over her keyboard with a ridiculously oversized headset on that made her look like a helicopter pilot.
She was using a commanding tone of voice that she normally didn’t use in her face-to-face encounters and saying things like, ”Trash mobs just spawned! Hit your AOEs,” and “No, no. Secondary heals only! You’re drawing too much aggro.”
It was like she was speaking a completely different language.
I followed her lead and changed into my most comfortable nightie. But instead of pulling out my e-reader and tunneling under the covers, I went to my desk beside hers and started running searches on Google.
As I skimmed over websites discussing Dragon Epoch, I tried to tune out Sid’s laughing and joking with her friends. I only understood about half of it, but I could tell she was having a great time. They were chatting about the game but also about personal stuff, and it seemed as if she were from a different culture, relating to the world in a completely different way than I could. I was almost envious of it.
I glanced at her a few times and she frowned, curling a hand over her mic. “What are you doing home so early? You pooped out quickly.”
I sighed. “It’s a really long story. I got waylaid by the boss to help him with work stuff. Never made it to the club.”
Sid’s brows shot up and there was a look of concern in her eyes.
I went back to my search. There were approximately 35,754,632 hits that came back in seconds on a search for Dragon Epoch. I blew out a breath. Shit… I had a lot of homework to do if I wanted to know my product.
A short while later, I’d noticed silence from Sid’s side of our work area. I glanced up and she was watching me, apparently having finished with her game.
“What?”
“So what really happened?”
“That’s what really happened.”
“He made you stay there and work with him on a Saturday night?”
“Yes.” Her lips thinned. I shrugged at her. “What?”
“He didn’t try anything with you, did he?”
I swallowed.
“April…” she said when I didn’t answer. “You’ve mentioned before how young and hot he is. I know you already have a crush on him…”
“I don’t have a crush on him. Sheesh.” But I blushed. The thought of having a crush on my boss…okay, I thought he was hot. And after seeing him tonight in his trunks. That bod…and then the way he’d kissed me…