Bryce stared down at the temptress sitting in front of him. He had warned her to quit staring, but she had refused to. Should he kiss her? Maybe have a taste to get his brain working again. Would she let him? This was a battle between himself and his over-raging hormones. God, what sort of punishment is this?
You brought in a hot lady from your church and placed her in my household. You already know that I'm addicted to sin. Is this your way of telling, refraining, or encouraging me to continue? Bryce thought to himself as he looked down at her puckered lips that were in a frightened pout.
They looked so inviting. This woman had turned him into a patient battling with insanity. He hadn't had a decent sleep in ages, and the worst part of everything was that he hadn't screwed anyone ever since she made that open declaration of being friends.
He needed it so badly, but how could he do it when it wasn't going to be with her? Call him crazy, but he wanted her. He needed her. God, the blood in his veins was going haywire just thinking about it.
"Bryce," Hera called out slowly. Her boss had been staring at her for ages now, and she was starting to get uncomfortable. She didn't know if it was in a good way or bad way, but whatever it was, all she could say was that she was getting more uncomfortable by the minute.
"Talk to me," came his reply. He hadn't moved an inch and for the life of him, he didn't plan to do such a preposterous thing. He liked it here. He liked being close to her. He would give anything to stay right where he was now and not move on to anywhere else.
"You're…still not dressed up yet," she muttered, her eyes looking everywhere but his face. She was trying to avoid his gaze. He knew the effect he had on her, and it made him proud to know that no one else could make her feel so shy like the way he did.
Bryce held her chin and brought her face to meet his. "Don't try to look away from me, Cara. I love it when you look at me."