Carol’s POV I can feel my heart racing as I make my way up the stairs. Despite Aiden’s encouragement to offer up my skill set, I can’t help but feel nervous. I’m just thankful I hadn’t yet changed out of my work clothes. I step into the dining room. Aiden immediately greets me at the door. The c
“I’m not sure how this is going to help with our meeting,” the sponsor says dismissively. “Look, I’m a very busy man. Can we just wrap this up? I’ve said everything that I need to say.” I had expected the sponsor to do something like this. It’s typical for men to make power moves like this during
Aiden and I settle into the couch, the box of pizza on the table in front of us and a plate propped on each of our laps. Unfortunately, it was very easy to find the interview, so there was no way to pretend that I couldn’t find it. It has been released on several streaming platforms already. I’m n
“Carol,” he whispers against my lips. My head tilts back with pure bliss as the pleasure builds and builds. “Aiden,” I respond. With each other’s names on our lips, we soon find ourselves spent and blissful. We don’t move far from one another after the intimate moment has ended. The embrace is s
I know that I’m not the only one who finds the situation uncomfortable. I can feel the gazes of my coworkers burning into my back. I hear faint whispers around me. It’s clear they’re irritated by Daniel’s obvious display of favoritism, and I can’t even blame them. I only catch a few snippets of thei
The sun casts a warm glow over the city as Aiden drives me to work. Despite the cheery atmosphere, a slight sadness lingers in the car. Today is the start of Aiden’s more rigorous practice schedule — which means our time together will be brief. "I'm sorry I won't see you more today," Aiden confess
“What’s wrong?” Aiden asks, his expression creased with concern. He pulls off his helmet and runs a hand through his hair. His tousled locks look messy in a shockingly attractive way. I try to shove down the immediate wave of attraction I feel at the sight. Not now, I remind myself. This is importan
“I thought you were worried the locker room would be too dirty,” I teased him. He shrugs. “I know just how to clean off.” He nods toward the showers with a smirk. “Care to join me?” I watch with rapt attention as he pulls off his shirt. His muscles glisten with sweat under the dim lights of the