by Abby Knox
I’m pretty sure Lars would hand my ass to me if I put a hand on her. Let alone my lips.
Not that it matters. She only sees me as an errand boy; I think she’s just asked me to help her plan a matchmaking event downtown.
I hand her the paleo breakfast she’s requested: free-range eggs, spinach and mixed berries. She licks her lips when she takes the steaming plate off my hands and I have to look away and think about something that’s not her mouth. Dirty dishes in the sink. The leaky faucet in the downstairs half-bath.
“I was wondering if you would help me with the Single Mingle, an idea that just popped into my head. But I think it could be huge,” she says.
I walk back to the fridge to fetch the heavy cream for her coffee.
Splayed across the kitchen table is LuLu’s huge pink binder and an iPad open to a spreadsheet. She’s in full planning mode, looking up at me with expectant eyes. Her full lips are curved up in a flirty smile while she digs into her breakfast.
I turn to pour some coffee into a large gold metallic mug with a big, glittery L on it. Her favorite mug since high school. Real high maintenance; it can’t go in the microwave or in the dishwasher. I hand her the cup of hot coffee and she takes me from me by wrapping her hands around it so fast, her fingers brush mine.
The brief touch sends shivers and heat through me simultaneously.
“Thank you,” she says softly, like I’ve already given her a thrill just by pouring her coffee.
From this angle, I can also see right down the front of her striped, oversized button-down pajamas. She’s wearing a bra and her hair has been straightened. She’s even added a touch of pale pink lip gloss before breakfast.
A few years ago, she never gave a care how she looked this early in the morning.
Don’t get your hopes up, buddy. She didn’t do this for you. She’s a different person from the snarky high school student you once knew.
Still, I can’t help thinking about sex. Thank you, Lars and Wendy. While LuLu and I are talking at the kitchen table, Wendy is sitting on the breakfast island saying goodbye to Lars. He’s standing between her legs, kissing her all over her face.
“How about I just come with you to college?” Lars says.
“And do what?” asks Wendy.
“I’ll get a job as a campus cop.”
“Stalker,” she teases.
They continue with their kissing and goodbye-ing while I’m standing over LuLu, admiring her ample, grown-up cleavage. It’s all I can do to remember what I’m supposed to be giving LuLu an answer for.
“So?” LuLu asks, cocking her head a little. Her deep, brown-eyed stare is killing me.
“Sure. What do you need me to do?” I say.
She claps her hands and slightly bounces in her chair. It’s just enough bouncing that I can see the top of her breasts jiggle. Her soft olive skin is tempting my mouth to have a taste. The kissing and sighing noises coming from Wendy and Lars is fucking with my head, and it’s all melding together to make my cock twitch.
“Will you two get a room? There are plenty available in this house,” I say before I can stop myself.
LuLu’s mouth falls open.
Lars steps away from Wendy, who looks unsure of what Lars is about to do, and saunters over to face me. He speaks slowly, his voice low. “I’m receiving your message loud and clear, pal. Come on, Tink, let’s get you to class.”
After Lars and Wendy are gone, I rub my eyes. I have never snapped at my boss and best friend before. I would not hold it against him if he fires me when he comes back today.
When I open my eyes, LuLu is staring at me like I’ve just told Lars to go jump off a bridge.
I have to get out of here, now, because looking at her sweet mouth hanging open is making me think about putting something thick and aching for her inside it.
Shit, this is not who I am. I’m a professional.
“Professional what?” LuLu asks.
And then I realize I’ve said that last part out loud. “I mean, I have a lot on my plate, so, what is it you need me to do?”
Her smile fades, but only s little. “Oh. Uhm, well, could you secure the main ballroom at the convention center for February 13th? And I’m going to need chairs and tables for the luncheon portion of the event. I need a florist, but one that’s a little fun and unique to do centerpieces. Catering. High end, but not too stuffy. Beer and wine, but no liquor. In my experience, people get too fighty when there’s liquor at these events...”
I nod curtly and back away. “Convention center. Ballroom. Cool food, no booze. Fighty. I’m on it.”
Heading out of the kitchen, I make a beeline to my office. I lock the door behind me, but not because I need to focus on making calls around the city.
I slump into my favorite wingback chair, unzip my trousers and pull out my rock hard dick.
I’m so, totally and completely, screwed.
About the Author
Abby Knox lives a dual life. Fantasy Abby would love to live on a farm with goats, bees, chickens, donkeys and alpaca, making her own soap, yarn, honey and cheese. Reality Abby has no desire to do actual farm work. So, the ever-pragmatic Reality Abby keeps Fantasy Abby happy by putting her into adorable little works of romantic fiction with her pretend hobbies. Both Abbies hope you enjoy her sweet, sexy — sometimes a little over the top and weird — storytelling.
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Also by Abby Knox
The Christmas Pickup (a stand-alone holiday short read!)
Saved for Me
(a special Holidays with Alexa Riley story)
The Windy City Holiday Duet
Pumpkin and Spice
Comfort and Joy
From the Small-Town Bachelor Series
(each can be read as a stand-alone, but if you want to read in order … this is the order)
Take Me Home
Game Face
Written in the Stars, a special Christmas edition
Walk With Me
Stay the Night
Off-Season Stud (stand-alone)
His Vinyl Vixen (stand alone)
The Sisters of Enchantment series
Some Basic Witch
Witch, Please!
Her Big Easy Wedding (a five book shifter bundle!)
