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and Taylor is hoping you’ll come in with me, it’s up to you. I leave no later than seven thirty though so be ready by then.”
    Without a look back, I walk away and hope it had all sounded as light as I was going for and not as breathless as I feel. The more I thought about him here, under the same roof, the hotter my body had gotten at the idea. Damn it, I’m going to need a session with my vibrator. Closing the door I lean against it and with a trembling hand lock it. It isn’t to keep Sam out, it’s to keep me in.
    Pushing away from the door, I pull my phone from my purse and call Taylor. I sit on the edge of the high king bed the room had come with and I’d grown to love. It’s a quick call, I give him the rundown on Sam’s reservations about coming on board and Taylor understands, he’s heard it before. With a word of thanks, he hangs up and I’m left looking down at my phone. I throw myself back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Could Taylor talk him into the job, did I want him to talk Sam into the job? Fuck, I honestly don’t know. A shower and then bed and that session with the vibrator and tomorrow I could figure it all.

 
     
     
Chapter Four
     
     
    I wake up cranky, it had taken forever to fall asleep last night. It had taken two sessions to ease my tension enough to finally sleep. This did not bode well for me, two sessions were usually all I needed in a month, not one night. Picking out work clothes my mind isn’t on what I’m doing it’s on Sam’s words from yesterday. About how he didn’t want a relationship and was just looking for sex. Would that be so bad? Before yesterday the mere idea would have been gross but after Sam’s kisses and touches it sounds extremely appealing. Sam had made it sound so right and easy, he wanted me and I wanted him. Just sex, no holding hands or awkward where was this going conversations, was it that big of a deal? Maybe Sam was right, everything but our need for each other was noise. If we did it, it would affect no one but the both of us. Taylor didn’t care what his employees did, so it wouldn’t affect my job. Was I seriously trying to talk myself into this?
    Yes, I was, he had been damn persuasive. His kiss had been the best I’ve ever had and although I’ve only been with three people in my life, I’ve done a lot of kissing. Just thinking about his kiss and the feel of his body against me has me wet all over again. His words and that moment in the hallway had taken me to my orgasms last night. Imagining him taking me up against the wall after he had pushed his cock down my throat until he was close to coming had taken me right over the edge. Charles, my first boyfriend had made sure I was skilled at taking a cock deep in my throat. I’d done it to please and I was good, he’d made sure of that but it wasn’t something I had ever looked forward to, now the idea of Sam down my throat has me wet.
    Damn it, this needs to stop. Pulling on a pair of black lacy panties I ignore the thought that they are for Sam. They aren’t, they’re my favorite pair that’s all. The same with the matching black bra, sheer in the cups and with lace along the edges. My skirt is a long pencil skirt and I pick out a button down blouse in dark red. I plug in my flat iron and brush my teeth, waiting for it to warm up. A quick spritz to protect my hair from the heat and I begin to work the tool through my hair. Only five minutes and with the help of the high heat and I’m done. I ignore the small amount of makeup I own, as usual. I have lipstick I wear sometimes but not often as it usually disappeared throughout the busy day.
    Opening the door of my bedroom I smell coffee already going. A deep breath and I paste a smile on my face. I have ten minutes before it’s time to leave. Normally, I have coffee and quick oatmeal for breakfast. Sometimes I have enough time to scramble some eggs and toast but not often, hitting snooze more important than food. I’m surprised