Read Inhale, Exhale for Free Online

here. Shoot!” She leaned even further over in her chair, raising the back wheels off the ground as they threatened to tip over. I wanted to take a step forward and wrap my hands around her waist to hold her steady, maybe swipe my thumbs across the inch of flesh exposed at her back where her shirt had risen up. I imagined how soft it would be, that smooth, creamy skin, and I began to harden.
    Well, fuck. I couldn’t go over there now. I’d come off as some sort of creeper introducing myself with half wood. I took a few steps back and ducked into an empty cubicle while I adjusted myself. Was this the new girl JT had told me about? The one Connie kept yelling at me about and caused me such a headache? My mind wanted to hate her, but my body had other plans. I was drawn to her. I wanted to know more about her.
    “Please be a ditz. Please let whatever comes out of your mouth make me forget how beautiful your body is,” I whispered under my breath.
    She dropped to her knees as she crawled further under the desk. Her perfect ass swayed in the air, hypnotizing me. I was like a moth being drawn toward a flame.
    This was definitely not in The Plan.

    A tap on my shoulder startled me. Swiveling my chair around, a man was smiling down at me. He looked to be about my age—maybe a few years older—with sandy blond hair and an eyebrow ring that gleamed in the reflection of a nearby mirror. His wide smile revealed matching dimples on either side of his tanned face. I nervously fumbled with my headset, taking it off and standing up to say hello. He was probably around six feet tall, but standing next to him, my five-foot six-inch frame felt tiny.
    “Hi. You must be Jillian. I’m Grant, from IT. I’m here for your hook-up.”
    He reached out to shake my hand, and my breath hitched a little. While not Damon Salvatore or Eric Northman hot, he was certainly attractive. There was something about him that drew me in, and I couldn’t seem to pinpoint what it was. He wore a pair of khaki pants that were frayed at the bottom and Vans. His green Polo shirt matched his eyes, which crinkled slightly as he smiled at me behind hipster black-framed glasses. I could tell he was the kind of kid who was nerdy in high school, but really came into his own now that he was in his twenties.
    Boy, did he , I thought as I tried to nonchalantly take in his chiseled arms and broad shoulders. He wasn’t the usual type I went all lusty over, but my now-racing heart seemed to have other ideas.
    “You’re here so we can hook up? Uh, I mean, um, hook up the computer?”
    He chuckled at the Freudian slip and released my hand before taking a step closer. “Yes, I’m going to get you up and running.”
    Oh, I’m up and running all right , I thought wickedly. But a sudden and sharp pang of guilt slapped at me. No, I have a boyfriend. This is ridiculous. So what if he’s cute? I love Christian, and I shouldn’t be flirting with this guy .
    “Okay, thanks. Um, I’ll move out of your way and let you work.” I tried to move around him, but with the small confines of the cubicle, I couldn’t help but brush up against his hard chest. All the hair on my arm and neck stood on end, like those experiments I used to do as a kid with a balloon. This was more than static electricity that passed between us. It was exhilarating.
    “So, you’re new here. Just here for the summer, I’m assuming?” Grant asked as his fingers typed a series of complex codes on my screen too complicated for me to understand.
    “Yeah, until the fall semester starts up.” I pulled at a hangnail and tried not to stare at him.
    “What year are you?”
    Focusing on keeping my thoughts off how nice he smelled, I didn’t hear what he said. “I’m majoring in linguistics. I want to be an interpreter for the United Nations.”
    “Wow, that’s impressive.” He stopped working, turning his face toward me, surprise evident in his expression. Before I could question it, he smiled again, and