My first thought was that she had dropped the towel on purpose. I was preparing to lean back and take a good long look when I caught a glimpse of her face, frozen in mortification.Damn. Not for me after all.She unfroze and spun around, grabbing at the towel. I was briefly distracted by the back view of her, which I liked just as much as the front. Then I mentally gathered myself and focused on what she was doing. It seemed the towel had gotten stuck on the corner of the bench. She was pulling at it with one hand while trying to cover herself with the other.I sighed. Much as I wanted her to stay naked, she obviously didn't. So, there was nothing to do but help. I stood up and crossed the sauna in two long strides."Don't," she started to say, but I looked right into her eyes and put my hands firmly on her shoulders. I guided her to the side and gently pressed down so that she sat."Just sit there. I'll get the towel."She opened her mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out
I glared at him over our food. We were having steak, not the usual lunch fare on the lodge restaurant menu, but it was my favorite. I'd requested it in an attempt to soothe my frustration. "I told you this story so you could help me figure out how to find her, not so you could mock me. And there was nogetting her naked. It was an accident. She ran away because she was embarrassed." "Okay, well, I've seen at least five women hit on you while we've been here, so maybe you could consider getting naked with one of them. Why go after the one that doesn't want you?" Scott took a bite of steak, chewing with a thoughtful look on his face, then swallowed and said, "Never mind! Answered my own question. Of course, you want the one that presents a challenge." "It's not that. She was special." Scott raised an eyebrow. "Special?" He looked at me and whistled. "This woman did a number on you. I thought you were only together for a few minutes." "You're not supposed to interrogate me, you're su
DEIRA "You're doing what?!" Dani had shrieked in my ear just moments earlier. "I'm only telling you so that you know where I am. Someone should know, in case I go missing, or there's some other fallout from this very bad decision." "It's not a bad decision. It's a great decision. It's..." "I'm hanging up now. I'll see you in the morning." I ended the call and stared at the door in front of me. On the other side of it was the man from the sauna. I knew, because I'd seen him go into it about twenty minutes earlier. I'd been tucked into the corner of the ornate lobby when I heard the sound of footsteps against the tiled floor. He didn't see me, but it was impossible to miss him striding through the lobby. It wasn't just his powerful walk that drew my attention. It was the fact that he was wearing his bathing suit and little else. Still dripping from his swim, he looked angry, his brow furrowed over his hazel eyes. Even angry, those eyes made my pulse race. I was following h
"But I want you inside of me," I pouted. He suddenly hauled me up off the floor, crushing me into him and kissing me hard. His mouth dominated mine, his tongue pushing my lips apart and taking my breath away. Just as abruptly as he started the kiss, he pulled away. "Soon," he rasped in my ear before pushing me back toward the floor. "Do as you're told!" "Yes, sir," I murmured demurely but with a smirk, and was delighted to see him clench his jaw in reply. I took him back in my mouth, and it wasn't long before he was thrusting into me, moaning loudly and finishing hard. Wiping my mouth, I looked up at him. His head was tilted back, and sweat glistened on his skin, while his arms hung loosely at his sides. He was momentarily undone, and I felt a surge of power to have brought him to that point. He took a deep breath with his whole body, and I leaned back on my hands, enjoying the view. After a moment, he seemed to come back to Earth. He ran a hand through his dark, curly hair and loo
I stood, and found my legs were unsteady. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then felt a firm hand on my hip. "This way, into the bedroom," said his voice in my ear, and I walked where he guided me. He stopped me once we were at the bed, and for a second he just wrapped his arms around me and held me from behind. His chest was against my back, and I could feel his erection pressing into me through the fabric of his sweatpants. He kept one arm around me as he undid my bra. Once the clasp came undone, I slipped it off, turned in his arms, and pushed down his pants. He bent his head to kiss my neck and then pushed me down onto the bed. "Tell me again," he said. I looked up at him, practically shivering with want, and said, "I want you inside me." His hungry smile was back, he grabbed my hips and pushed me up the bed. He climbed on top of me, pushing my legs open with his body, and pressing just the tip of his cock into me. I cried out in frustration. He grinned, and lowered his
CASSIUS Six Years Later It wasn't a good day. We'd lost a potential client, one that I'd thought was a sure bet. Mentally, I'd already started preparing the moves I would make with both the prestige and the income this client would have brought us. Now that it had fallen through, I was left staring at a bullet list of expansion ideas that I had no way to achieve. I was trying to think of a way to salvage the situation. I was sure it was possible. I hadn't become the youngest person on the city's top ten businesses list by giving up, after all. I was drawing a blank, though. Maybe a change of routine would help. I decided to work from home for the rest of the day. I let my assistant know I was leaving and headed for the garage. Getting into my car, I had an inspired thought to take the long way home. It had been a while since I'd gone on a drive. This was my newest car, a brand-new Tesla, and I hadn't yet had a chance to take it for a real drive and see how it compared to my ot
As if timed to my thoughts, I heard another voice. A man's voice coming from the bedroom I shared with my girlfriend. I stopped again, this time because my whole body was tense with anger. She wouldn't really dare, would she? In our bedroom? In our bed? But apparently, she would, because now both of them were moaning, and it was getting louder. I unfroze and made the last few steps to the bedroom door in seconds, barely managing to throw it open with my hand instead of kicking it down like I wanted. "Cassius!" Michelle shrieked as I took in the sight in front of me. Well, I'd been wrong. They weren't on the bed. Instead, there was Michelle, on her hands and knees on the floor, and some man I'd never seen before kneeling behind her, his hands gripping her waist and his hips still mid-thrust when his eyes met mine and all the color drained from his face. He didn't look too out of shape, but I sized him up and knew I was perfectly capable of beating the shit out of him. From the ex
DEIRA The first thing Makayla asked when I picked her up from school was the first thing Makayla asked every day. "Mommy, how were the flowers today?" I smiled at her and said the same thing I said back to her every day. "The flowers were beautiful, baby." Ever since I'd started my second job at the floral boutique, Makayla was obsessed with the flowers there. She wanted to know how they were doing, if they were growing, and who had come into the shop to buy them. "So, nobody bought the whole shop today?" I don't know why, but she was obsessed with the idea of someone buying the whole shop as a big romantic gesture. She must have seen it in a movie somewhere, probably one of Dani's beloved rom-coms that were far too mature for her to be watching. I'd explained to her frequently that it was really rare for that to happen in real life, but she liked to check every day, just in case. I strapped her into her seat carefully before heading out on the road. "Do you have work tonight,
I held the door for her to get into the car. My dad picked up Makayla so she could give Deira one last hug while I walked around to get into the driver's side. We waved at everyone, and I drove away. As we wove through the grounds of the estate, I kept looking over, stealing glances at Deira as the dappled sunlight flitted over her, turning her hair gold and making her skin glow. I could feel heat pooling in my groin and a desperate need coursing through my veins. I thought again at how long it would be until we got to the hotel that night, and decided it was simply too long.Instead of turning toward the main road, I looped us around toward the back of the estate. I remembered a particularly secluded spot that was perfect for what I had in mind. A few minutes later, I pulled the car to a stop."Is something wrong?" Deira asked, looking over at me curiously."Nothing's wrong," I replied with a wicked grin. "I just don't want to wait until we get to Hawaii." When she realized what I me
CASSIUSThree Months LaterDeira made a beautiful bride.Watching her walk down the aisle toward me, with all our family and friends present, I knew that I had made the right choice in asking her to marry me. In fact, I knew that every choice I had made since that moment I decided to step into that steam room, despite it unexpectedly being occupied, had been the right choice.It was a simple ceremony, because once I'd proposed and she'd accepted, we both wanted things to move quickly. Neither of us saw a reason to wait. So, our whole wedding party was just three people. Scott was my one groomsman, and Dani was her one bridesmaid, and Makayla was the flower girl. In fact, Makayla was something of a flower empress, having demanded to be put in charge of all the floral decisions for the wedding. When that happened, Deira just laughed and looked at me."She gets this from you, you know," she had said, smirking.For my part, I thought she had made great decisions. The flowers looked beauti
A few days later,I was standing outside a hospital room, fidgeting with my dress. Cassius took my hand, pulling it away from the floral garment."You look great," he whispered. "Don't worry." We were about to go into his mother's hospital room, where his parents were waiting to meet Makayla and I for the first time. Makayla was bopping excitedly beside me. She had been on cloud nine ever since Cassius and I had explained that she had grandparents, and they were waiting to meet her. I, on the other hand, was very nervous."Ready?" Cassius asked. I took a deep breath, and nodded.It turned out that I didn't have anything to be nervous about. Cassius's father immediately stood up and gave me a warm hug, and his mother insisted I come sit by her so she could hold my hand and talk to me. They both were very kind to me and, more importantly, to Makayla. Just as she'd been with Cassius, Makayla seemed instantly at ease with them. It didn't take long before she was chatting away to them, talk
DEIRALeave it to Cassius to make a dramatic entrance, I reflected as I stared at him from afar. Whether it was barging into my steam room or crashing into my car or running through the airport yelling my name, he never did anything subtly. I looked at him, standing there breathing heavily. Had he run through the airport looking for me?I glanced back at Dani, and she raised an eyebrow. She didn't have to say anything more for me to understand the question she was asking. That raised eyebrow said, well, what are you going to do? It might as well have said, well, Deira, what do you want? I hadn't expected to have to answer that question at the airport, right before we went through security, but apparently, that's what was happening. Now I had two choices.I could turn my back on Cassius, take Makayla's hand, and walk through the security gate toward a totally new life, or I could go over to Cassius and ask him why he was here. I could give him one last chance to be part of my life. It
CASSIUSThough my mother was doing well, I still spent the next week or so in the hospital. Now that I'd reconciled with my parents, I wanted them to know that I was there for them. But also, I knew that once I returned to my real life, I would need to talk to Deira, and I wasn't ready. Not because I wasn't sure what to say—in fact, the opposite. I knew that I wanted Makayla and Deira to be part of my life now, and forever. But we'd had such a rocky path, I was a little scared of how Deira would respond to me.So, I put it off for days, until my mom finally prodded me to leave the hospital."You've been here forever," she said. "Go home, get a shower, and get a good night's sleep. And then, once you're refreshed, maybe talk to your girlfriend about us meeting our granddaughter." She winked at me."She's not my girlfriend, Mom," I protested, feeling like a teenager."But you like her, right?" my mother asked, and all I could do was grin in response. "See," she continued. "You have to g
The next morning, Dani took Makayla to school on her way to work, letting me sleep in. I laid around her apartment all morning in my pajamas, then went for a quick run before getting myself some lunch. I was very consciously not thinking about work, or Cassius, or anything else. I had half-expected him to call me at some point, but he didn't, and I couldn't help but be relieved. I didn't think I could talk to him until I decided what to do about Mr. White.In the afternoon, I picked up Makayla from school and took her to the park to play. That night, the three of us made pasta and played board games. It was nice to have some time to just have fun, without thinking about all of the stress of the past few months. The next day, after dropping off Makayla at school, I found myself thinking about my blog. I hadn't thought about it in months. I went to the home page and started looking over some of my past entries. Before long, I found myself writing down ideas for new posts. It had been ye
DEIRA I had hurried inside after getting out of Cassius's car, but I didn't want to go back to Dani's apartment when I was so upset. I waited until I saw Cassius drive away, and then I went back out to take a walk around the neighborhood. I had meant to calm down, but I found myself reliving our conversation and soon I was crying. Cassius not believing me about Mr. White hurt even more than I had let on. I'd let out all my anger on him, but beneath the anger was a deep pain and a sense of betrayal. Why did he think I would make something like that up? What did I have to gain from that? And did our relationship mean so little to him that the word of an employee he barely knew was better than my word? That last part stung more than I wanted to admit. For all the ups and downs of our relationship, it had never felt meaningless to me, but it seemed for Cassius this always came second to his job. He believed Mr. White over me, just like he had taken a business call instead of watching
After I got my dad calmed down, I went to find the doctor. I wanted a clear understanding of the accident and my mother's injuries. The doctor confirmed that the coma appeared to be because her body had been through a trauma, and that there was nothing worrying on the scans. All her other injuries were minor, especially considering the severity of the accident, but we wouldn't know her true status until she woke up. I made sure he understood that I was the point person now, and that my mom was to want for nothing. He nodded and reiterated that there was nothing to be done but wait. The waiting was excruciating.I found myself wanting to call Deira, but remembering the look on her face as she'd slammed the car door, I didn't think that was a good idea. I called Scott instead. He offered to come to the hospital, but I asked him to take care of the business instead. That way, I could concentrate on taking care of my parents."Of course, man. Whatever you need. Anything else I can do?" he
The address wasn't far, and I made it there in twenty minutes. Deira was just taking Makayla inside when I pulled up. I waited in the car and a few minutes later she emerged. I was going to get out and meet her, but she walked right to the car and got into the passenger seat."I can't talk long," she said. "But I realized storming off like that earlier wasn't helpful, so I wanted to try to explain." She fidgeted, like she was nervous."I did talk to Mr. White," I said, wondering if what he said was true, and now she was nervous because she regretted her actions. At his name, she glanced over at me sharply."Did he admit what happened?" she asked, seeming surprised."He told me his side of things. Why don't you tell me yours?" At the phrasehis side of things, her face fell. She looked down at her hands and took a deep breath. Finally, she spoke."He accused me of sleeping with you to get my job," she said quietly."What?!" I hadn't been expecting that at all, and I was so shocked I fel