Page 3 of Tricky Situationship

“How many do you have?”

“I'm over at the fire department three days a week. Then there’s Gingerbread, that’s the coffee place on the square, four days a week. I have nine private clients, weekends cleaning the beauty parlor and…here.”

“That’s a lot of jobs.”

“Hopefully it won’t be forever.” Savannah takes another drink, beads of water coating her pouty lips, and my cock responds by pressing hard into my zipper.

“You have other plans?” I rest my hand on the sofa, inches from her soft denim-clad thigh. The urge to touch her is so intense, that I ball my hand into a fist.

“I’m into herbs.” She smiles and her cheeks flush a little more. “I mean, I make beauty products from the herbs I find growing in the woods around Snowflake Falls. Some of my products are purely for beauty purposes, while others help with sore skin. My brother has eczema, the soap I made cleared it up.”

“I’d love for you to show me your products. I’m good with advice for start-ups.”

Her eyes widen and she gestures with the open bottle. “You’dgivemeadvice about Snowflake Botanicals?” The water spills out of the top of the bottle onto my leg.

Savannah sits up and presses her hand on my leg. My cock is rock-hard now. “Weston! I’m so sorry. First I lock us in here and now I spill water on your expensive pants.”

I cover her hand in mine. “It’s fine.”

She stares up at me. “You’re being so nice. I thought you had a reputation for being a grump.”

“That’s just a cover. Keeps everyone on their toes.” I reach up and push a ringlet away from her face, my fingers brushing against the velvety skin of her cheek. The electricity zapping back and forth between us could power a generator.

She responds by stroking my stubble-covered jaw. “I shouldn’t be doing this. Would you mind if I told you that you’re the handsomest boss I’ve ever had?”

“I don’t mind at all. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been trapped in a safe room with.”

She grins. “Do you make a habit of it?”

I shake my head, tilting her chin up. I press my lips onto hers, my chest tight. My hand moves to the back of her neck as my tongue parts her lips. She moans into my mouth, pressing closer to me. I put my hands around her waist and pull her onto my lap. She grinds onto my hard length as my tongue explores her mouth, both of us breathing harder and faster.

Her fingers are tangled in my hair as I stroke her back, her soft curves pressing into the hard lines of my body. I groan as she grinds down on me, my hands moving to rest on her wide hips. She kisses me deeper and the room spins.

The light turns off with a snap. It starts flashing again, followed by three staccato beeps from the alarm. Savannah sits bolt upright, clutching my shoulders.

“What was that?”

I smile, stroking her back. “That means the security team is coming in.”

She moves off my lap, stroking her disheveled curls back into place. “Aren’t you worried about them seeing you kissing your cleaning lady?”

“Nope. They work for me. And I’m delighted to be seen kissing anyone as gorgeous as you.”

She rolls her eyes as the door slams open and my security team runs inside. Once they’ve established I’m unharmed and Savannah isn’t a threat, they retreat.

“I need to get going.” She’s a little breathless. Considering what just happened, I don’t blame her.

“Of course. When’s your next cleaning day?” I ask.

“Wednesday lunchtime. I’m sorry about all this. If you want to let me go, I’ll understand.” Her voice is soft.

“There’s no way I’m letting you go. I’ll see you on Wednesday.”

She leaves and my eyes are fixed on the sway of those curvy hips as she edges around the door. My cock is still throbbing. I need a shower.

Fisting my cock in the shower, picturing Savannah’s soft curves and pouty lips, I come so hard I see stars. I run the shower cold, trying to get my head together. I’ve only met this girl once, but she makes me dizzy. Like I’m drunk or I’ve beenhypnotized. For some crazy reason, I’m tempted to find her address and turn up on her doorstep to tell her I’m obsessed.

Heading down to the kitchen, I distract myself by frying up a steak. Cooking always makes me relax. As I plate it, a flash of movement from the window catches my eye.