magazines.
Her stomach twisted in slippery knots. He could be having
sex right now, with who knows who. Or maybe several whos. Dammit, she couldn’t
even say if that aroused her or pissed her off.
“Kel, we’ve been here ten minutes. The line’s getting longer
and I’m nowhere near getting any cock.”
It took Kelly a split second to make up her mind. Spencer
was off-limits, which was why she’d ranked him at the top of her list. She’d
always half-hoped their situation would have changed by the time she reached
him, so the office romance issue wouldn’t be a factor anymore. But the reality
was, she didn’t want it to change.
The bookstore meant the world to her and she knew even if
she and Spencer saw nothing else the same, they had that in common. She didn’t
intend to go anywhere and she didn’t think he did either. Nor did she want him
to. She wanted him right where he was, teasing the hell out of her just by
occupying the same airspace.
She wanted him . Even if she’d never anticipated his
sexual appetites would extend to this, or maybe even more because they did. The
idea of seeing by-the-book Spencer unbuttoned and uninhibited set off a dozen
explosions inside her. Her nipples tingled, her thighs clenched. And the sweat
dripping down her back paled in comparison to the sudden flood between her
legs.
Here, the rules about workplace romance didn’t count for
much. They definitely weren’t at work now. Why should propriety affect them any
more than it did their coworkers? Several of the other employees had slept
together. Just because Spencer happened to be the boss didn’t make things
different. Did it?
Besides, how would she ever face herself if she didn’t go
inside and see where things went? Even if they only led to her going home alone
with a fantasy, she had to find out what the hell he was doing here.
Kelly smiled and fought to ignore the nervous fluttering in
her belly. “Let’s go inside.”
“Whose car is this, Kel? Why are you so flushed all of a
sudden?”
“C’mon.” Kelly linked fingers with Alana and they hurried
over to take their place at the end of the line.
She tried not to fidget while they waited. It was damn
tough. Spencer would be her biggest catch yet, and she still hadn’t fully
worked out how she’d get him on the hook. While also avoiding hooking herself,
since she was already almost in love with him. And that was before sexy
times were added into the mix.
As of yet, she’d only ever seen him fully dressed and coolly
staring her down. But tonight he’d have to deal with her as a woman and not
just an employee.
He wouldn’t be happy to see her here, if for no other reason
than his blown cover. But hers would be blown too, though she figured it
already had been thanks to her inability to hold on to her personal property.
She worried the strap of her purse as they crept toward the
gaping dark mouth of Kink. The line contained a wide assortment of people,
ranging in age from college students to one older gentleman with a combover.
Once they paid the cover charge, the customers disappeared through a shadowy door
ringed in white lights, and Kelly could hear smoky laughter and a thumping bass
from within the club. What she didn’t hear were moans and groans, but
the music was pretty loud.
“Ever done anyone here?” she whispered to Alana.
“Um, yeah.” Alana sighed as if she’d run out of patience. “I
met Ramon here, remember?”
“How could I forget?” She glanced down at her purse as they
stepped under the awning. “I didn’t bring any condoms.”
“Thought you didn’t need any.” Smirking, Alana pointed
inside the doorway. “They’re all over the place. Free of charge. Now relax.
Lots of people hang out at Kink, even vanilla types. I even saw one of my
parents’ friends last time I was here.”
“Ick. Seriously?”
“Seriously. Talk about horrifying.” Though she was a good
six inches shorter, Alana reached up to massage Kelly’s
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