I definitely interrupted someone tonight.
The naughty thoughts that crept through my mind in record
time both appalled and fascinated me, as did my body's
incredible reaction to them.
Damn it. Pull yourself together Cassandra!
"Sorry, I didn't mean to...interrupt." I stuttered,
looking anywhere but at him.
The woman, who I assumed was responsible for his nearly
nude state, had appeared at some point and was standing
behind him. Her chest pressed against his back and her eyes
screamed at me to get lost, ‘he's mine.'
Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I recognized her from
around town, Katie. She was a grade above me in high school,
I remembered her as one of the annoyingly popular girls.
"It's not a problem, sweetheart. Did you need something?"
He seemed oblivious to the woman rubbing her hands up and
down his forearms, kissing the back of his neck. He raised
his shoulder where her lips lingered, forcing her face away.
She frowned looking both embarrassed and annoyed.
His gaze never strayed from mine but his usual smirk
slowly crept over his luscious lips. No, not luscious!
"Hmm?" I asked. All I could see was the perfect stubble
surrounding his chiseled jaw and plump, kissable lips.
Think, Cassandra, think.
Why was this so hard? I never had this reaction to a man
before.
I shook my head again. "Right, I made these for you and
Oliver." Finally, something that pulled me back to reality,
Oliver. His son. The son that needed me to stay
off—no—away from his father."