The Weekend Girlfriend (3 page)

“Me?” I squeaked out as he reached out, barely touching my cheek with his fingers. “But I’m not… I’m not even your type.”

“How do you know what my type is?” he said softly, leaning down until our lips were within inches of each other. I swallowed a retort as his lips covered mine, first with a hesitant kiss then when I moaned, then taking my mouth full-fledged. I felt his lips rub over mine, his tongue barely touch my lips, causing me to gasp and give him ample opportunity to slip it in. He tasted like wine and the barest hint of brandy, a delicious warmth that spread like no wine could as his tongue tangled with mine, stroking, touching.

Taking my hands, I slid them into his hair, pulling him closer to feel him against me. His hands slid around my waist, holding me against him as I felt the hardness of his body against mine, the delicious shock of what made him supremely male rubbing against my stomach.

“Jesus,” Kyle whispered against my mouth, rubbing his lips over mine. I trembled as his hands stroked the small of my back, tracing my spine and sending sparks of desire throughout my body. I felt sexy, powerful having this man in my arms, kissing me.

“I want you,” he said softly, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me hard against him. My head was spinning wildly as his hands started to dance around my hips, down my arms and across my shoulders. “Let me pleasure you, Jess.”

“I haven’t given you permission to call me Jess,” I gasped as his lips nibbled at my neck. Good lord, this was what all of those other women wanted from him, what they felt with him. No wonder he was so popular. I felt him chuckle against my neck, his lips moving to tug gently at my earlobe, sending a bolt of desire through me.

Then the worst possible thing happened. I pulled away from him, no, shoved him off me and ran to the bathroom, holding my hand over my mouth the entire way.

“Go away,” I moaned resting my head against the toilet bowl. I was beyond caring how disgusting that sounded, having spent the last hour locked in the massive bathroom hugging my boss’s toilet. I was humiliated that I had nearly thrown up on him in the first place, much less stuck in his bathroom.

“Come on, Jess,” he said, his voice barely audible through the door. “At least come and get this ginger ale. I swear it will settle your stomach.”

“This is so beyond embarrassing,” I muttered, pushing myself off of the floor on wobbly legs. Truth be told, I did feel much better. Apparently sweet wine and vodka on an empty, nervous stomach were not a good mix; not to mention the extracurricular activities that had me overheated.

Sighing, I washed my mouth out with the mouthwash I had found in the cabinet before unlocking the door. Kyle stood on the other end, holding a soda can and two pills in his hand, a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay?”

“I’ve been a hell of a lot better,” I muttered, leaning against the doorframe.

“Take these and drink this,” he said, handing me the drink and pills that would hopefully be my saving grace. “I’ve got some crackers if you feel like you can eat something.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to even think about food,” I replied, taking the pills with a swallow of the ginger ale. “I’m sorry about your bathroom.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugged, reaching out to touch my cheek. “Come on, let’s get you into bed.”

I froze, the look on my face must have been priceless for he chuckled, dropping his hand. “No, not like that. You need to rest and I have plenty of spares.”

“I need to go home,” I said wearily. I had already overstayed my welcome in the bathroom, humiliated myself to no end in front of the man who was my boss, and all I wanted to do was crawl into my own bed and cry.

“No,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest and giving me his best don’t mess with me stare. “You need to rest and I have an early morning case that I need to work on. I can drop you off on my way in but not before.”

“Fine, whatever,” I sighed, too tired to argue. “Lead the way.”

Kyle smirked as he led me over to his bed, picking up a T-shirt in the process. “Here. I don’t wear pajamas but this is a clean shirt. The sheets are clean, I assure you.”

“Oh no no, I can’t take your bed,” I protested, holding up my hands. Taking his toilet was one thing, but sleeping in his bed was a whole other level.

“I insist,” Kyle said, handing me the shirt. “Good night, Jess.” He then strolled out of the room, giving me a great shot of his rear end in the process.

“Ugh,” I repeated, turning back to the bed, my head pounding. I had totally screwed up a chance to sleep with the hottest guy I had come across in my adult life, embarrassed myself by having a heart-to-heart with his toilet, and now was going to sleep in his bed, alone. Life couldn’t get much worse.

Sighing, I shed my dress and pulled on his shirt, enveloped immediately by Kyle’s spicy scent. The shirt was well worn and comfortable, falling to mid-thigh. I climbed into his bed after some hesitation, finding the sheets were indeed freshly smelling and cool against my bare skin. After cutting off the lamp, I stared into the darkness, the house silent around me. This wasn’t how I had envisioned this night at all, though at least I could tell Gretchen I had accomplished getting into Kyle’s bed, without him. I thought of his kiss and smiled, knowing that it would have to be at the top of the best kisses ever. Would the next one be just as passionate and exciting or would we drift into the show of a lifetime in front of his family? Had I just missed an opportunity to delve deeper into uncharted territory with him?

***

“I can’t believe you upchucked in his bathroom,” Gretchen laughed, pressing her lips together as she saw my dark look in her direction. “I swear, Jess, you have the absolute worst luck ever.”

“Yeah, well at least you don’t have to spend an entire weekend pretending to be his girlfriend,” I grumbled, turning back to my computer screen. It had been a very quiet ride back to my apartment this morning, Kyle barely making eye contact as he had driven me. I had woken up in a foul mood as well, my dreams filled with him and what might have been. Kyle had been waiting in the kitchen for me, handing me a cup of hot coffee in a travel cup before leading me to the BMW. I tried but miserably failed not to notice how sexy he looked in his charcoal grey power suit, with blue shirt and tie, his jaw freshly shaven. I found myself longing to mess him up, to make him look less formidable and more like the man who had drunk wine and kissed me only a few hours ago.

Now I sat at my desk, glancing at the door every few minutes to see if he was going to appear. Gah, this sucked. How was I going to survive an entire weekend? The last thing I wanted to do was make this awkward between us, especially at work but I would be kidding myself. This entire situation was going to be awkward regardless of what happened.

The door opened and Kyle walked through, his suit jacket slung over his shoulder like he was modeling for the cover of GQ. He could easily do it, but that was beside the point. His hair was standing on end, as if he had run his fingers through it a few times and his tie was loosened, signaling a horrible court day. We had long since learned that if he came back to the office after a court day, then it had not gone well. If he had a successful day, then he cleared his calendar and went out, presumably to find himself some company or get roaring drunk. Either way, he always came back with a smile the next morning.

“My office, now,” he grumbled as he passed, never passing a glance in my way. Considering Gretchen was gone for the day, I could safely assume he was talking about me.

Gathering the documents that pertained to today’s case, I dragged my feet to his office, where he was sitting behind his desk, his head in his hands. Immediately my mood softened and I felt a twinge of guilt, hoping that our messed-up night hadn’t caused any of this stress. Acting on impulse, I set the papers down on the desk and maneuvered behind his chair, my fingers sinking into the softness of his hair.

He stiffened and I hesitated, wondering if I had overstepped myself. It was totally improper for me to be doing such a thing to my boss, yet pretending to be his girlfriend had to be worse at this moment. Holding my breath, I dragged my fingers up and down his head, receiving a groan in response, a smile stealing across my face. I had been on target with what he needed.

Trailing them down his neck I kneaded the muscles on the back of his neck, then his shoulders, which were unbelievably tight under my touch. “Bad day at the office?” I asked softly as I worked on his shoulders.

“Not at the office,” came his muffled reply, his face still buried in his hands. “Court yes. I don’t know if I am going to win this one. My client is a dumbass.”

“Well, most of yours are. You wouldn’t have a job otherwise.”

“I guess you are right,” Kyle chuckled, lifting his head. “God that feels good, Jess.”

“Maybe I should market this,” I said wryly, running my hands back up to his tense neck. He felt pretty good himself, the strong muscles bending and shaping under my fingers. I longed to run my hands under his shirt, feel his bare skin under them, and the thought of doing just that sent chills down my spine.

“Maybe I should keep you around just for this,” he replied, spinning his chair around to look at me. It was then I saw the dark circles under his eyes, the exhaustion setting in on his handsome face.

“Maybe you need to sleep,” I suggested, dropping my hands, the easy bantering gone. It was obvious he needed rest, not someone babying him. His eyes bore into mine as I stood before him, his hands reaching up to grasp my hips, pulling me into the V of his spread legs.

“I tried last night,” he said softly, his fingers resting just above my hips. I had dressed conservatively today, with a pair of dress pants and shirt that was modest, even for me. Still, I could feel the heat on my skin as if I were naked before him. “But someone was occupying my bed, someone sleeping on my sheets.”

“You told me to,” I reminded him gently, bringing up my fingers to brush his jaw, now prickly with a five o’clock shadow. I knew I shouldn’t be touching him, but I couldn’t help myself, my fingers trembling as I cupped his cheek with my hand. He was made for touching. Kyle’s eyes were a steely blue as I brought the other hand up and framed his face, leaning down to brush my lips across his gently, feeling his hands tighten on my hips. “Go home and go to bed,” I whispered against his soft lips, leaning back when he tried to deepen the kiss. “Get some sleep. We can’t run this joint without you doing what you do in that courtroom. You don’t want to put us out on the street, now do you?”

“Come with me,” he said raggedly, pulling me back against him. “I can think of other things that could lull me into a good sleep.” I could feel his arousal and found myself wanting to give in, find out how good he really was in bed, and move on. However, I knew I would be doing more to myself than just a romp in bed with him. I would be getting involved, way over my head and come out on the wrong end of this deal. Casual sex was what he did, it wasn’t me.

“I can’t,” I finally said, pushing my way out of his embrace and putting some distance between us. “Good night, Mr. Thornton.”

Kyle stared at me for one long minute and then let out a breath, turning away from me. “Good night.”

Saturday, glorious Saturday.

I smiled as I woke up to sunshine streaming through my window, stretching out the kinks. After a fitful night of sleep, I was glad to see that I would not have to endure the tension building between Kyle and me for at least two days. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if he had slept well. Ugh, this was rapidly becoming personal and we hadn’t even done our big performance. He shouldn’t be occupying my thoughts as he was doing on my day off. He was my boss, for God’s sake.

Throwing back the covers, I padded to the kitchen barefooted, pouring myself a cup of coffee.

“Jess.”

“Oh my God,” I squealed as the coffee mug slipped out of my hand, falling into the sink with a loud crash. My hand flew to my chest as I eyed Kyle standing in the living room, his arms crossed over his chest and a small grin on his handsome face. If I thought he looked hot in a suit, he looked scorching dressed down in a blue polo and jeans that clung to his legs in a way that had to be illegal. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought we could spend the day together,” he frowned, pulling out his cell. “Didn’t you get my email?”

“It’s Saturday!” I protested, my hands flying to my hair, which no doubt was all over my head. Luckily I was wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a T-shirt, my usual sleeping attire. “I don’t check emails after I leave the office.”

“Gretchen let me in on her way out,” he said without an apology. “We need to spend some time together, Jess, before next weekend.”

“But, but,” I started. It was my day to lounge around, do some retail shopping, and gorge myself on Chinese food; not spend time with my boss!

“I’ve made some plans for us,” he continued as if I wasn’t even speaking. “A ride around the bay on my boat, some lunch. I won’t force you to spend all the time with me, just some of it.”

“You aren’t forcing me,” I grumbled. Like it would be such a hard thing to spend time with him. “Did you say boat ride? You aren’t talking like an old fishing boat, right?” I detested any boat without a motor and less than three seats. Another date gone horrible had caused that hatred. One dunking in a murky pond and most people would be inclined to agree.

“Much, much bigger,” he winked. “I doubt it will disappoint you in the least.”

I went warm as I thought of the night before, the sexual innuendoes that had been happening between us. Was I even safe to go out in the middle of the bay with him? Could I fight him off if he really turned on the charm? Did I really want to? “Alright, give me some time to get ready,” I sighed. At least it would be a gorgeous day and I would be on the water, not at work.

“I will be right here,” he smirked, his expression smug knowing that he had won.

Damn him. Leaving the shards of my mug in the sink, I stalked back to my room and pulled out a pair of white shorts and a blousy tank top, knowing that it concealed my problem areas but showed off the girls without looking slutty. Well, there were two ways to look at this. Either he really wanted to get to know me or get in my pants. Either way this was going to be an interesting day.

Throwing on the outfit, I ran a brush through my hair and applied the lightest of makeup, choosing a pair of strappy sandals to complete the look. It must have been fate that I had just shaved my legs last night or else he would be waiting a long time. Grabbing my purse and a light jacket, I made it out of there in under ten minutes.

“I don’t think I have ever met a woman who could get ready so fast,” Kyle remarked as I entered the living room again. “You look good, Jess.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, still not over the fact he was ruining my perfect Saturday.

Kyle just chuckled as he ushered me out of the door. “I promise to make this a relaxing trip. No work, just a bit of fun.” I bit back a smile as I saw the Porsche at the curb, wondering if he had remembered my remarks about this car, or was it just wishful thinking that he had been actually paying attention to me? Sliding into the cool interior, Kyle threw it in drive and we were off.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked as we zoomed toward the bay.

“Not really,” he said, sliding a glance over at me. “I spent much of the night planning this and sending you emails you apparently don’t read.”

I didn’t know how to take that he had planned something with me in mind, my nerves still on edge at what I was getting myself into today. “Not everyone is a workaholic,” I finally remarked. “Some of us actually enjoy not being at the office.”

“Well, I plan to spend my Sunday and Monday there,” he replied, shifting gears. “I’ve got to get this case wrapped before we leave Tuesday. My parents have a hellacious week-long list of things going on.”

My mind went back to the real reason we were spending time together and how it would all be up in the span of a week and I would be out of a job. Being his girlfriend was becoming easier by the moment but the added bonus of what I was likely to experience at the hands of a family with serious issues was going to be tough. Truly, I couldn’t see why there was such a discord with his parents. Yes, Kyle was a womanizer, but he was an excellent lawyer who took his job very seriously. He also was a great boss for the most part, giving me and Gretchen substantial bonuses around the holidays and four weeks’ vacation each year. He irritated me, had me cursing his name a time or two, but truly it had been a very good place to work the last couple of years. I was going to miss it, miss him.

Kyle pulled the car into a parking spot and we climbed out, the view of the bay taking my breath away. Though warm, it was a gorgeous day to be on the bay and as he stopped in front of a pretty good-sized boat, not quite a yacht but definitely not a fishing boat, I found myself smiling. “Okay, you were right, I’m not disappointed.”

“It’s not much but I like it,” he said as he helped me on board. I was quickly shown the small galley complete with kitchenette and bedroom, all decorated much like his house, with a tasteful, out of a magazine feel.

“I didn’t even know you had a boat,” I remarked as I stood next to him, watching him start up the engine and do all that other boat stuff I didn’t understand.

“There’s a lot about me that you don’t know,” he grinned, slipping on his aviator sunglasses. “Have a seat.”

Intrigued, I sat down in the chair next to his and we were off, drifting the boat out of the dock and out into the middle of the glassy sheet of water before gunning the engines. He was right of course. There was so much I didn’t know about him, and I was finding myself pleasantly surprised at what I was finding out on a daily basis. He was rapidly becoming less like the hard lawyer I knew him as and more like just a regular man, one who was dangerously worming his way into my life.

I closed my eyes against the thought and allowed the sun to seep into my pores, the occasional spray splashing my face. This was the life. I loved being in the sun, preferring the beach any old day. After my duties were done and I had the extra money to keep me afloat for a while, I would be doing just that for at least a week. We cruised for a while before Kyle killed the engines and dropped the anchor, a large smile now on his face, his hair windblown and nothing like the man from yesterday. I looked around and saw that we were the only boat for miles around, smaller dots barely discernible in the distance. It was quiet and warm and I found myself smiling. “This is really nice.”

“Absolutely,” Kyle replied, reaching into his pocket for his phone. “I’m going to cut this off and then go for a swim. Wanna join me?”

“Yeah right,” I laughed, reaching down to remove my shoes. “No bathing suit on this person.”

“I didn’t ask if you had a suit,” he grinned, throwing his phone on the seat. “I asked if you wanted to swim.”

“You’re joking, right?” I said, eyeing him, looking at his body, then down at mine. Yeah right, he might be able to do that, but I didn’t like to be in a bathing suit, much less seeing myself naked. “It’s daylight and I do believe skinny dipping is frowned upon when the sun is up.”

Kyle’s grin got wider as he leaned over me, placing his arms on either side of my shoulders, caging me in. “I didn’t say anything about doing it naked, though that is one of the best ideas I think you have ever had.”

I shivered at the thought as he touched my nose with his fingers and pulled away, pulling his shirt over his head in the process. Holy hotness, I thought as I watched his tanned skin come into view, his washboard stomach glistening in the sun. His chest was a thing of beauty, his pecs well-formed and biceps flexing under the movement. A light dusting of dark blond hair covered his tanned skin, forming that oh so popular line down his midsection and disappearing into those jeans that were about to be shed.

“Enjoying the view?”

Red faced, I forced my gaze away from him, clearing my throat. Good God, the man was sinful all the way around. “I think you are on your own with your swim.”

“I dare you,” he answered, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Come on, Jess. When’s the last time you lived a little? Did something completely out of your norm?”

“Let’s see, accepting your fool plan,” I shot back, my mouth going dry as he shucked his jeans. Thank God he was wearing boxers, I might have fainted at the sight otherwise. It was hard enough not to notice the impressive package outlined by the thin material. He was gorgeous and I longed for just a touch, a small one without any complications. He was like chocolate and I was afraid at one touch I wouldn’t be able to stop.

“That doesn’t count. You are getting something out of that as well,” he reminded me, pulling out the ladder and lowering it into the water. “Try again.”

I opened my mouth but found myself unable to find anything else that would compare to what he was asking at this time. When had been the last time I had done something daring, something totally out of my norm? Had I ever done that?

Kyle gave me a salute and lowered himself in the water, his head barely visible over the side as I swallowed, weighing my options. Undergarments counted as bathing suits, didn’t they? Was I really considering this? I wasn’t ashamed of my body, a little disgruntled with it at times, but knew that I was unlike anything he was used to seeing. I had an extra few pounds around the middle, my girls were big and proud, and I found nothing sexy about being in my underwear. Still, I thought as I toyed with my top, this was a chance of a lifetime. This wasn’t going to lead to anything in particular, right? After next weekend and a suitable replacement, I wouldn’t have to see him again if I didn’t want to. Shit, I was really going to do this. Gretchen would be so proud.

Taking a deep breath for courage, I took off my top and shucked my shorts. Thank God I had sensible underwear on, but my bra, well I might as well not have one on. Lacy and see-through, it was going to be near transparent when wet and I could only hope Kyle would be a gentleman and keep his comments to himself and his head above water. Somehow, I knew that was not going to be the case.

Stepping over the side, I lowered myself in the warm water, grateful it was so hot outside. Kyle’s eyes never left mine as I attempted to doggy paddle in his direction, finally reaching him without drowning myself.

“See?” he said, his eyes twinkling. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Like pulling teeth,” I muttered, pushing my hair out of my eyes.

Kyle held out his hand and I grabbed it, allowing him to pull me to where he was. “There’s a sandbar here so you can stand,” he explained, guiding me until my feet hit the warm sand.

As I stood, I realized that the majority of him was out of the water, the water playing peekaboo with the waistband of his boxers. That meant my top half was out of the water as well and I flushed dull red as Kyle’s eyes strayed to the girls, swallowing hard.

With a gasp I attempted to duck back into the water, but Kyle’s arm shot out, pulling me back to my standing position. “Don’t.”

His expression was tight as his hand moved up my arm and over my shoulder, drifting lower until he cupped my bra-covered breast, his thumb flicking over my already erect nipple. Sensation coiled through me at the contact and I whimpered as he moved to the other, bringing up both hands until they covered my chest adequately. It was heaven, it was hell as he growled low in his throat, stroking the tight peaks until I was sure I was going to combust just from the touch.

“Jesus,” he whispered, his fingers dancing along the material before reaching in and pulling both out of their confines. “They are gorgeous.”

“Please,” I whispered, feeling wanton yet embarrassed at the same time. I wasn’t entirely sure if my please was to continue or to stop at this point. We were in the shadows of the boat and unless someone came real close, there was no way we were going to be disturbed for now. It was the most risqué thing I had ever done.