NFH 02 Perfection (23 page)

"But you invited me to take a bath
with you," he said with an exaggerated pout in his voice, making
her roll her eyes. She could just picture the puppy dog expression
he was making, the one that always worked on her.

"I did not."

"Did."

"Not."

"Yes, you did," he said calmly as he
strolled through her room. "I remember your exact words. You said,
'Trevor, let's go upstairs and take a really hot bath with extra
bubbles so that my skin gets all sudsy and slippery so you can run
your incredibly gifted naughty hands over me while we see how many
times you can make me come before the water gets cold.'"

"Oh," she said, licking her suddenly
dry lips as she imagined doing everything he'd just said. "That's
exactly what I said," she agreed as she wondered just how many
times a man like Trevor could make her come before the water turned
cold.

Five as it turned out.

**********

"Where the hell are you?" Hank
demanded, again.

Trevor opened his mouth to answer, but
immediately shut it as he squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his
head back, wondering not for the first time if his little tenant
was trying to kill him. He took a deep breath as he tried
unsuccessfully to ignore the way Zoe was licking his
shaft.

"I'm heading out the door now," he
said through a strangled voice into the cell phone only half lying.
He was heading out the door, was in the small front hallway in fact
and would have probably been halfway to the bar to meet up with the
guys from work if Zoe hadn't sauntered out of her apartment and
dropped to her knees in front of him because, and he was quoting on
this one, "she had a craving."

Best. Tenant. Ever.

"That's what you said an hour ago!"
Hank said, sounding pretty pissed. He didn't exactly remember
telling Hank that, but then again he'd been a tad busy with
cornering Zoe in the laundry room.

"Did I?" he asked, distractedly as he
opened his eyes and dared a look down and nearly came from the
sight of Zoe licking his cock like it was her favorite ice cream
cone.

Was she trying to kill him? he thought
as he gently gripped the back of her head and slid himself between
her lips slowly as he resisted the urge to close his eyes again and
groan.

"Mandy is threatening to leave," Hank
hissed loudly into the phone as if he didn't want someone to hear,
probably this Mandy person, Trevor thought as he gently caressed
Zoe's cheek.

"Then let her leave," Trevor said,
vaguely remembering Hank begging him to show up to guy's night
because his date's sister wanted to meet him. This morning when
he'd planned on meeting up with the guys he'd thought it might be a
good idea to test the waters and see if he'd worked Zoe out of his
system yet, but he knew by the way he'd reacted to catching her
coming out of the shower a few hours ago that she wasn't out of his
system.

Not even a little bit.

This was getting out of hand, he
thought as she took him further than should be humanly possible. He
was exhausted, sore and happier than he'd ever been in his life and
he didn't want it to end, which of course meant that it needed to
end.

Soon.

But not right now, he thought as he
ended the call and tossed his phone somewhere behind him, uncaring
where it landed as pulled away from Zoe and dropped to his knees so
he could kiss the woman who was starting to mean too damn much to
him into his arms.

Chapter
20

"Someone call an ambulance!" one of
the crew yelled near her ear, making Zoe wince and wish she could
crawl away, but the overpowering dizziness that she'd experienced
just before she'd passed out threatened to once again take over so
she took that as a sign not to move, much.

"I'm fine," she tried to say
reassuringly, but it came out a little too muttered for anyone,
including her, to understand. She really hoped they understood her,
because she really didn't want to go to the hospital over her own
stupidity.

"What the hell is going on here?"
Jared suddenly demanded.

Zoe risked opening her eyes to see if
he looked as mad as he sounded and immediately regretted the move
as everything spun.

"Zoe?" he asked, his tone softening as
he came closer, she assumed. She wasn't about to open her eyes and
find out.

"Fine," she said. Taking a deep breath
she repeated it, pleased that she sounded a little
better.

"I think she fell on that patch of
ice," one of the men said and Zoe kept her mouth shut, not really
in the mood to admit that she'd passed out and hoping that she
could get through this without anyone finding out.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" Jared asked
as he presumably checked her over.

She shook her head slightly. Hurt? No.
Humiliated? Beyond measure, but she wasn't hurt. Well, she was
freezing lying on the frozen ground like this. As soon as she could
manage it she was going to get up, walk back to the office and hide
under her desk for the rest of the day or until everyone forgot
about this, whichever came first.

"Did someone call an ambulance?" Jared
asked, fretting over her.

"Don't. I'm fine," she said, taking a
deep breath and forcing herself to sit up, knowing that if she
didn't, she'd find herself hauled out of here against her will,
further adding to her humiliation.

She opened her eyes to find Jared
kneeling next to her on the frozen ground, looking concerned and
upset. "Would you feel better if one of us drove you to the
hospital?" he asked softly as he took off his much larger and
thicker jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. She pulled it
tightly around herself as she nervously looked around the small
group of very large concerned construction workers that stood
around her.

"I'm really fine, guys. Embarrassed,
but fine," she said, giving them a small reassuring smile, hoping
it would be enough to convince everyone to walk away.

It wasn't.

But thankfully Jared took pity on her.
With a long drawn out sigh that did not bode well for her, he
gestured for them to leave. They did, but only after they made her
promise one more time that she was okay.

"Are you okay to stand?" Jared
asked.

Her head had stopped spinning for the
moment so she assumed she was okay. She hoped at least. Passing out
hadn't exactly been a fun experience.

"You look a little pale, Zoe," Jared
said, putting his arm around her and gently guided her towards the
office trailer.

"Oh," she said, worrying her bottom
lip. She was tired, hungry, a little light headed, a bit weak,
humiliated, and not really sure she could show her face to the guys
again, but other than that she was okay. "I'm fine," she said,
giving him what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

He narrowed his eyes on her as if he
didn't quite believe her. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"I could drive you to the doctor," he
offered, opening the trailer door and gesturing for her to step
inside. "Or I can take you to the hospital."

"I'm really fine. Don't worry about
it," she said, feeling the first sign that perhaps everything
wasn't exactly okay. A few seconds later when she sat down her
suspicions were quickly confirmed and she did her best not to wince
as her butt screamed in agony.

Her eyes shot to the clock. Thankfully
she only had a few more hours to kill before she went home for the
weekend and this weekend she was going to make damn sure that she
got some rest. After nearly two months of their "arrangement"
Trevor had to be bored with her. Not that she wanted to end their
arrangement.

No, what she wanted at this very
moment was sleep, lots of it and a really large ice pack for her
bottom and sleep wasn't exactly something she got when Trevor was
around. Then again he wasn't exactly known for leaving her alone
when he was around. The man just could not seem to keep his hands
off of her, she thought with a little pleased smile.

That didn't change the fact that the
man was killing her. No matter how many times they agreed to take a
step back and limit their time together, and those conversations
always somehow seemed to end with her on her back, they couldn't
seem to keep their hands to themselves and they tried. They really
did, but it didn't do them any good.

If they weren't working, she wasn't at
the gym swimming, or he wasn't watching a game with the guys they
were having sex. They had sex in every room, in every position and
they couldn't seem to stop. As great as it was she really needed
some sleep. She really wasn't sure she could keep going at this
rate.

"Zoe," Jared said with an unhappy
sigh, "look we need to talk."

**********

"You owe me sex."

Trevor didn't even bother looking up.
He grabbed another nail and drove it into the floor as he did his
best to ignore Hank's bitching.

"Did you hear me?" Hank demanded.
"Because of you I didn't get sex."

"How exactly is it my fault that you
didn't get laid last night?" Trevor asked, giving up all hopes that
the man would simply walk away.

"Because you didn't show up last
night," Hank snapped, sounding truly pissed. Not that Trevor could
blame the man. If he had to go a night without sex, and he was
pretty sure he'd die if he had to go twenty-four hours without
touching Zoe, he'd probably be snapping at everybody,
too.

"And you needed me for what exactly?
Pointers?" he asked, slamming another nail into the
floor.

"Hardly," Hank said, making a sound of
disgust. "When you didn't show up like you promised, Mandy left,
because she didn't want to be a third wheel. Then Cindy left
because she didn't like the idea of her sister going home to their
apartment alone. So thanks to you I went home alone last
night."

"Uh huh," Trevor said, gesturing for
the man to move back so he could do his damn job and get home,
hopefully on time. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that
the man had hung back at the bar after the women left and tried to
find a bar bunny to spend the night with.

"Look, Cindy is willing to give me
another shot so I need you to come out with us tonight," Hank said,
still sounding putout and really starting to piss him right the
hell off.

"Just take this Cindy woman out and
forget about finding the sister a date," Trevor said, wondering why
the man was bothering him with this bullshit.

"Because the sisters are close. They
don't like dating unless they're both dating," Hank
explained.

"Then find someone else to take her
sister out. I'm fucking exhausted." Which was unfortunately true.
He was so damn tired. He had to force himself to focus and move his
ass when he was at work. When he was at home he couldn't seem to
force himself to rest. If Zoe was around he had to have her. It was
as simple as that.

No matter how much they tried, and
he'd admit that he hadn't been trying very hard, they couldn't keep
their hands off each other. Before Zoe he used to think the best
way a woman could wake him up was with a stack of homemade
pancakes, bacon, and toast, the works. Now he looked forward to
waking up to the smell of burnt coffee and the equally burnt pop
tarts that Zoe shoved at him as she demanded for him to hurry up or
starve. She usually gave him about sixty seconds before she
attacked, forcing him to devour the burnt pop tarts, and he still
wasn't sure how she was burning them since he'd checked the
settings on the toaster a dozen times now, and swallow the thick
hot coffee down in one gulp.

Zoe was without a doubt the best lover
he'd ever had or probably ever would have. A month ago that thought
scared the hell out of him, but now he realized that it was okay.
Zoe would be his last and best great flame before he found his
perfect wife. Not that he considered her anything more than his bed
buddy at the moment, but he'd decided last night after their little
hallway incident that he'd keep their little arrangement until he
found his wife.

It would be stupid not to. Zoe was
available, great in bed, never got demanding, didn't pout when he
spent time with the guys and did her own thing so she wasn't
constantly underfoot. She was the perfect little bed buddy until he
found his wife, he'd decided this morning after she woke him up at
three in the morning and demanded that he do that thing that she
loved with his tongue, which he happily obliged her with. He would
keep her around. Granted she was a sneaky little thing, he thought
with a chuckle.

She was so damn cute when she thought
she was pulling something over on him. Like not mentioning giving
Toby away and thinking he'd just forgotten that the damn dog was
still around. She hadn't yet realized that they'd both adopted the
dog.

About six weeks ago they both went
from just leaving their doors unlocked to propping them open at
night, he added an extra deadbolt to the front door of course, so
that Toby could go wherever he pleased. While Zoe had all the sissy
toys for the dog in her apartment he had, in his opinion and really
that's all that mattered, all the man stuff.