ASTONMy cheeks were hot and my lips stung a little. My heart was beating so wildly it felt like it was about to blow a hole in my chest. I pressed my hand to my heart, feeling it beat madly as I tried to calm it down.Blake slipped out of the supply closet with a final, comparatively chaste kiss and was gone. I stared at the door, wishing he would decide to forget about his trip and come back to me instead. But I knew that wasn’t going to happen. It was too important to go to Florida, for his family’s sake as well as that of the company. Meanwhile, my hair was probably a mess and my whole body felt hot. It would never fail to amaze me what Blake could do to me with just a kiss. If he wasn’t going to take care of the itch he caused, I wondered whether there was any way I could get away with doing it myself.But I pushed that thought out of my mind. I was at freaking work. There was no way I could do something like that right now. It was just going to have to wait until later. Before
Aston“Did Blake run out the door? I kind of wish he would’ve stayed, but that’s selfish of me. What’s going on between us is a really good question, actually.” It was one I’d asked myself a few times now. I couldn’t avoid the truth about it anymore. Sleeping with Blake the first time may have been about getting my cherry popped by a nice, hot guy who I got along with, but it wasn’t just like that anymore. “We’ve never really talked about it. It’s weird, we’ve talked about pretty much everything else, but we’ve never talked about what’s going on between us. I honestly don’t think either of us really knows at this point.”Tiffany’s expression sobered and she lowered her voice, her eyes darting from side to side before she spoke. “While you’ve been talking about pretty much everything else, did you happen to talk to him about the cuts?”I gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. A shiver of excitement ran down my spine at the good news I could share. “I did, and we don’t have anything to worr
BLAKEThe wheels touched down on the tarmac late in the afternoon. The pilot made the usual announcements, thanking the passengers for choosing the airline, then there was the crush and rush of people trying to be the first to grab their carry-on baggage and get off the plane.I remained seated at first, knowing I would get off the plane when I got off of it. There was no point in joining the rush.While I waited, I decided on my itinerary for the rest of the day. I had to talk to Danny, but I was going to go see my father first. I couldn’t wait any longer. I hadn’t even smelled the Florida air yet, but I was already more anxious to get to him, knowing just how close I was.It was getting late and Danny probably wouldn’t still be at the office anyway. Despite his ranting about how busy he was, he’d never put in the kind of hours Dad and I did.There was also no chance in hell he was waiting for me to get to the office since I’d told him I was coming. He made it plenty clear he didn’t
BlakeAston giggled again. “Is that so? And how exactly would I have managed to make it more fun?”Her voice was huskier, flirty. The recognition of that tone, the same one I’d heard from her in bed, was like a fist around my cock, which took notice immediately.But as much as I would have enjoyed it, I couldn’t just pull over to have phone sex right now. I tabled the thought for later though. “I don’t know, maybe because I would have had someone to play backgammon and tennis with.”She laughed. I could almost see the way her eyes lit up and her eyebrow raised when she did. Damn, she was beautiful. “Backgammon and tennis, huh? I was hoping for something a little more interesting than that.”Jesus, Aston being light and flirty was really getting to me. For a brief second, I considered pulling over and risking arrest just so I could hear where the conversation would go if we kept it up. But Aston was at work, and the thought of having to call Danny to bail me out after getting arrested
ASTONBy the time my shift ended, I was bone tired and yet still strangely exhilarated at the same time. The hard work that came with being the manager now that the hotel was so much busier left me exhausted at the end of each day, yet more fulfilled than I've ever been before.My exhilaration wasn’t only work-related though. My earlier conversation with Blake left my head in the clouds and my heart beating double time. During that conversation, for the first time I felt like I really knew him and that there was something between us that was real.I logged out of my computer and locked up my office, still wishing I could have taken Blake up on his offer. Tiffany was walking down the hall just then, skipping up to me when she realized I had my bag slung over my shoulder."Well, would you look at that? Our fearless leader is packing up on time for once. Hey, what are you going to do now? I’m heading to the beach. Running into you like this makes me think fate wants you to come with me."
AstonI ducked when I saw a volleyball being launched our away. A girl caught it before it even came close to us though. Tiffany was still waiting for my answer. “He asked. He told me yesterday that he was waiting on something and if he didn't get it, he would have to go back to corporate. After he told me he would have to go, he asked if I would go with him.”She stared at me, gaping. “And you said no?”I nodded. “Now isn’t the right time for me to be away from the hotel. I mean, I wanted to go with him but we are really busy and I couldn’t take leave now.”Shaking her head at me, Tiffany wagged a finger in my face. “Listen to me, you’ve given everything to this hotel. This is exactly the right time to take leave. You’ve worked your butt off these last few weeks to avoid cuts at our branch. You’ve now confirmed that there won’t be any cuts made here. This is the perfect time to take some time off.”A wave of doubt over my decision came crashing into me. What Tiffany had said actually
BLAKEMom? I blinked, and then I blinked again. I kept thinking the woman standing in front of me was going to be gone when I opened my eyes again.My feet wouldn’t move. Neither would my legs. It seemed my limbs weren’t responding to the signals my brain was sending them. My hand was still on the doorjamb, my feet rooted to the spot right in the entrance of my father’s room.I hadn’t seen this woman since I was a child, but she was smiling at me with her arms extended a little, like she either wanted to squeeze my cheeks or was waiting for a hug. Neither of those things was going to happen.Over my dead fucking body was I letting this woman touch me. She left us when I was so young I barely had any memories of her. I could count the ones I did have out on my fingers. We hadn’t seen or heard from her since, which begged the question.“What are you doing here?”The hopeful smile on her face fell. Her hands dropped limply to her sides, then she started toying with her slender fingers. “
Blake“As soon as Norma told me what had happened and where he was, I knew I had to come immediately.” She continued quietly, her eyes glued to my father. “There was no way I could stay away while he was lying here fighting for his life.”“Why do you even care?” I was getting more exasperated by the minute. “Have you forgotten that you left him more than two decades ago?”She kept quiet, closing her eyes as if she was in pain. Breathing in deeply, a sob ripped from her chest. She reached for a handkerchief in the purse beside her chair and dabbed at her eyes. “We need to have a proper conversation at some point in the future, once your father is better. I will take all the rage I deserve from you then, but I do care about your father, Blake. That’s why I’m here, that’s why I’m not leaving. I can be accused of many things, but I’ve always loved him. I can never be accused of not loving him.”“Did you just say you’ve always loved him?” Incredulity rang clear as a bell in my voice. The w