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nervously. “I can't have anything else to do with him—”
    “You need to tell Jeremy.” Lynne kept her tone firm. “Tell Nathan I've seen all I could stomach of him and his shop.”
    Which was the truth, but still she added, “And Sylvia. Good luck.”
     

CHAPTER SIX

    Sylvia wondered how long the unemployment line would be back home in Fresno as she pulled the sheet up to her chin. She was weak, a horny toad, and stupid, stupid, stupid. She'd taken Lynne's advice. She’d told Jeremy, but—
    “Stop thinking,” Jeremy said softly against her chest.
    Well, sort of.
    He didn't bother to open his eyes or move his mouth much. His breath teased her nipple and an aftershock of their earlier deeds ran through her body, made her shiver.
    Sylvia was supposed to confess about working for Nathan, and they were supposed to hash out how that changed their relationship. They were supposed to go over the reasons why continuing this, whatever this was, had doomed written all over it. Like adults, they would have decided the best thing to do was the one thing they didn't want to do—end it.
    She told him, and then his tongue had explored...oh, God, she was so going to get fired for the affair. Nathan expected loyalty and that really translated to honesty. She couldn’t get more dishonest than sleeping with Jeremy. Again and again. Doing it—no pun intended—without an intention to disclose the relationship. After all Nathan had done for her and this was her way of saying thanks for seeing the potential in me. Thanks for trusting me when no one else would have.
    And Jeremy wanted her to relax.
    “Stop thinking?” Her voice sounded shrill.
    He slid his hand up her bare torso, and she rolled off the bed, sheet clutched in her hands. “I don't believe I made myself clear the first time. We need to talk about this. Our decisions have consequences, dire ones.”
    Jeremy rolled over, half-mast. She moved her gaze to the clock by the closet. The old school cat whiskers twitched with the time. The room had a vintage feel to it. No surprise he’d decorated himself. He worked in fashion because he loved all aspects of it, and he certainly loved the clothing, and the unclothing, women aspect.
    Which made it harder for her to say, “We can't do this again.”
    “There's a nice place to eat on the edge of town.” He rested his head on his hand, almost musing to himself. “I think you would like it.”
    She clutched the sheet tighter in exasperation. “Are you even listening?”
    “No.”
    The word held so much of a blasé attitude she loosened the hold on the sheet. She had expected him to make excuses that he was listening when they both knew he wasn't, like most men. She had to find the one honest man on the planet. The type of man she'd always wished to find.
    Stupid, stupid, stupid.
    “Aren't you curious as to why I'm not?” he said.
    The wind of the conversation went out of her sails. “Sure.”
    “You're saying something that contradicts what you want. I thought my species was supposed to read between the lines.”
    Usually, and that was the problem. What she really wanted ended in doom , and because he was right, she put on her underwear and skirt.
    She kicked his jeans out of the way, and still found no sign of her bra. Bending down, she searched under the bed. Her knees sank into the area rug. Nothing under there at all. No nudie magazines. No porn videos. No sex toys. No bra. She had to find a dirty secret of his and soon. The man was too perfect.
    Jeremy cleared his throat above her head. She held her breath to steady the nerves because if he was still half-mast, or worse, fully erect, she might not have the strength to walk out that door.
    If nothing else, this should be a cautionary tale to not ignore your libido. If she hadn't been celibate the last six months, she wouldn't have been half as tempted. By the time Jeremy looked at her across that grocery store, she was hooked. Sad, if she really thought about