LanieThe beeping coming from the computer made me jump in my seat. Turning around in my chair, I stared at the screen in confusion for a second before realizing someone was calling me on video chat.A smile pulling at my lips, and I hit the green answer button. Andrew’s face popped up, his large office windows behind him.“Well, hello,” I answered, glancing at my office door to make sure it was closed all the way. Taking personal calls at work wasn’t forbidden, but I still felt weird about it and didn’t want to spend too much time chatting people up when I could have been bettering tomorrow’s minds and all that jazz.“Hello, Miss Jacobs,” Andrew purred. “Have I caught you at a bad time?”Heat traveled through me, and I crossed my legs, trying to get rid of that familiar ache Andrew’s voice always caused. “I can chat for a bit. How are you? How is work?”Andrew scrunched his nose slightly. “Can’t complain. I’ve been distracted by thoughts of you all day, though.”“I know the feeling,”

AndrewRaven ran down the stairs like a monster was after her.“What’s up?” I asked, going to the living room doorway. “You okay?”“What?” She wrinkled her nose and ran her fingers through her hair. “Yeah. Everything is fine. I’m going out.”I took in a long breath, calming my racing heart. When I’d first heard her steps coming down the stairs, fast as they were, I’d freaked out for a second. Now I noticed she wore a jacket and beanie.“On Sunday night?” I questioned. “You didn’t ask me.”“It’s only six o’clock, and I’m just going to Taylor’s house.”“Taylor?”Each time I checked, Raven had a new friend. It’s what I’d wished for a month ago, but now I was left feeling weird about her burgeoning popularity. Who were these kids she was hanging out with?“Taylor?” I asked once more, letting it hang there.“Chuck.”“Is that supposed to be funny?”Raven stepped forward and planted a hand on my shoulder. “I’ll be back at eight.”I arched an eyebrow. “Text me if anything—no, call me if you n

LanieThe doorbell sang, and I immediately got to work smoothing down my hair and patting under my eyes, checking for any eyeshadow that had fallen there. It didn’t matter that Andrew had seen me in all kinds of rumpled states. I still got butterflies when I thought of seeing him, and I wanted to look good for dinner at his house.The door flew open, and Karen smiled wide. “Lanie,” she cooed, pulling me in for a hug.We’d only met once before, but Karen had one of those personalities. She could make friends with anyone.“How are you doing?” I asked, face still pressed against her shoulder.“Good, good. Come in out of that cold.” She quickly shut the door behind me. “I was just headed home. Raven and Andrew are somewhere downstairs, and dinner is in the oven.”As she talked, she worked fast, taking and hanging my coat in the hall closet and winding her scarf around her neck. “There’s a cake in the fridge. You’re not allergic to coconut, are you?”“Nope. I love it.”“Oh, good! It’s coco

AndrewThe wind and rain pummeled the windows, the water beyond the resort’s deck churning. Zeus was real, and he was very, very angry.Sighing, I pressed my fist against my mouth.“Andrew.” A soft touch on my shoulder pulled me away from the window. “What’s wrong?” Lanie asked.It took me a few seconds to pry open my clamped jaw. “The weather isn’t looking good. I checked, and it looks like it’s rain all weekend. I’m sorry. The forecast was all sunny when I booked the other day.”Lanie wrinkled her nose. “Who cares about the weather?”“Me. This is supposed to be the perfect trip.”Her hand trailed down my arm. “There’s no such thing.”I opened my mouth to disagree, but the hostess approached. “Mr. Marx, your table is ready.”With my hand lightly pressed against Lanie’s lower back, we followed the hostess away from the floor-to-ceiling windows, past the roaring fireplace, and to the cozy table at the back of the resort’s restaurant. As we passed other diners, I noted several men check

Lanie“Where to, ma’am?” Andrew asked, kicking the door to the porch closed behind him.“That way!” I pointed at the bedroom with the champagne bottle.Nipping at my neck, Andrew carried me across the living room and into the suite’s bedroom, where he set me on the edge of the bed before standing back and looking down at me. Water ran in little rivulets down his neck and chest, making the already delicious muscles that much more lickable.“Anything else your heart currently desires?” he asked.“Hm. Let me think.” I dramatically leaned back against my elbows, taking my time appraising his nearly-naked form. “How about you dance for me?”Andrew’s jaw fell. “Dance?”“Yep.” Setting the champagne bottle on the floor, I made a big scene of crawling across the bed, shaking my rear as I went. Andrew growled, but I ignored him, grabbing my phone from the bed stand and putting on the first upbeat pop song I came to.“Dance,” I repeated, settling against the pillows. I knew I was dripping water