The Hookup Handbook(46)
I tense once more. Holy shit, am I going to come again? My body answers that for me, sending a second orgasm through me like a bolt of lightning as Case lets out one last groan and empties into me.
“Holy shit.” The words fall out of my mouth completely by accident, but Case meets them with a smile.
“Holy shit to you too.” He grins, easing out of me and disposing of the condom. “I’d say we’ve done some of our finest work in this office this summer.”
My giggle catches in my throat at that reminder, and my smile fades. It’s summer. And once summer ends, this fling will go with it.
I told myself this Case thing, just like this job, was only temporary. The perfect way to put myself back in the game, nothing more. And yet looking into those brilliant blue eyes, I can’t imagine telling him good-bye.
I never thought it would get this far. And I definitely never thought I’d start falling in love.
Chapter Nineteen
Case
Two weeks. Two weeks of stolen kisses and secret meeting spots, of torturing ourselves by acting professional during the day and releasing all that pent-up sexual energy on each other by night. Two weeks of Sienna in my bed, making her come, making her laugh, doing everything in my power to make her feel as happy as she makes me.
But it’s also been two weeks of feeling like an asshole for lying to Ryder.
I never meant for it to go this far, for my betrayal to become so deep and entangled, but every time I open my mouth to say something to him, nothing comes out. It kills me to think about what I’m keeping from him, and not just because I know how pissed he’ll be when he finds out.
If I’d known where this relationship would go—hell, if I’d known that it would even become a relationship—I would have gone about everything so differently. But now, here I am, deep into the most fulfilling connection of my life, feeling like shit because there’s no way in hell I can tell my best friend about it.
“Morning,” Sienna says as she walks into the office wearing a silky, floral-patterned button-down and a fitted skirt that she knows drives me crazy.
A smile curls my lips as I lean back in my chair to take her in, appreciative of the few buttons she’s left undone near her cleavage.
Our workdays have become a dance of stealthily taunting each other . . . a double entendre here, a lean a little too close over the other person’s shoulder there, mostly innocent stuff like that. But this top? That’s taking it to the next level. As if she isn’t distracting enough already, she’s gone and made it even harder to focus.
“Good morning, Sienna. Have a good night?” I ask with a wink, memories of last night’s escapades washing over me. It was the first night in a while that she didn’t sleep over—not that we didn’t spend plenty of time in my bed before she left.
She thinks it over for a second before responding. “It was okay. Pretty quiet, nothing eventful to report,” she teases, shrugging and placing her things on her desk.
Game on.
“You really ought to think about spicing up your life. I’ve heard it helps with work productivity.”
“What do you suggest?”
“Well, I’ve heard there’s a new Italian place by the lake, and rumor has it their calamari is to die for.”
“Oh, really? I guess I have to check it out.”
“Great. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Sienna pauses, staring blankly at me as a smile slowly creeps over her face. She shakes her head at me, looking down at the floor before meeting my eyes again. “Is Ryder . . .”
“Taking a client out around the same time.”
She nods and turns back to her laptop, clearly still processing our new date plan.
We haven’t really talked about the fact that we’re essentially lying to him, and I don’t want to be the one to bring that up. I know how scared she is about him finding out—honestly, I think in her mind, the best-case scenario is that he never finds out, and we just keep doing what we’re doing.
But the more time we spend together, the more I realize that my mom and Nic were right. When the right girl comes along, you’ll know, and that will change everything. I’m scared out of my fucking mind, and I’m wrecked over the fact that I can’t talk to my best friend about it. But more than anything, there’s one thing I know for sure.
Whether I like it or not, whether it’s right or not, I’ve fallen for Sienna. And I have no clue what to do about it.
The rest of the workday goes by quickly. Honestly, I haven’t been getting a whole lot of work done since Sienna and I started seeing each other. Ever since we finished the book, everything else has seemed a lot less important.
Of course, the business is still important to me—as is helping my mom get settled—but now that we’re not breaking our backs to meet a deadline, the days feel a lot more relaxed. Especially because they’ve practically become an eight-hour master class in flirting and delayed gratification. Sienna and I have gotten really good at innuendos—not that anyone is ever really around to catch us.
But honestly, the possibility of Ryder walking in at any moment keeps us on our toes at the office. And at this beginning stage of a relationship, paying closer attention to every little detail makes the whole thing that much sweeter.