Page 45 of Resist

It’s eleven AM, but she’s right, I should be working.

MADDIE

She needs to figure her shit out before dinner at Thor’s tomorrow.

FOXY

Fuck. Can you imagine the awkwardness around that table if he’s still pissed at her?

MADDIE

She’d fake sick and not go.

FOXY

Facts.

I don’t admit that the thought has crossed my mind damn near every second since he casually strode into myoffice on Monday.

MADDIE

Bet she’s been trying to find an out since Monday.

Sometimes I hate that my friends know me so well.

A throat clearing pulls my attention from my phone as Sterling appears in all his business-casual-clad glory.

I like to think I’m a composed person, well-mannered, especially in public. It’s how I was raised. But the urge to swallow my tongue and drool at a handsome man with his dress shirt sleeves rolled up showing well-toned forearm muscles is something I’ve never been able to fight.

There’s something extra when the owner of the arms has had his tongue against my clit.

Fuck.

I need to think about something else.

“Cora?”

My face is hot as I look up to meet his bright blue eyes. “Mmm?”

“I asked if you’d like a drink.”

He did? Shit. I was too busy drooling over his muscular arms to recognize that he’d actually spoken to me.

“Uh. Yes, please. I’ll take a caramel mocha please.”

He purses his lips and gives me a sharp nod before turning and going to the counter.

He’s here. He’s getting us drinks.

FOXY

Good luck!

MADDIE

You’ve got this.

FOXY