She distracts me

The cost

Lacy McDaniels

She considered his question for a moment, not really ready for bed yet. “Let’s do the tour tonight. That way I won’t have to bother you in the morning if I need something?” She threw their napkins in the trash and followed him to the fridge as she took a bottle of water from him. “Thanks… lead the way.” 

She followed him through the house as he pointed out various rooms, gave her a little history of a unique piece of furniture or architectural feature. Lacy couldn’t help but smile. Despite the home being immaculate, thanks to the mysterious Martha, whom she couldn’t wait to meet, he seemed to take pride in his abode instead of it just being another object like many celebrities. 

There appeared to be more that meets the eye with her reclusive new boss. She paused as he went into a room and flicked on the lights, a soft gasp of excitement left her lips. He immediately turned towards her, their eyes locking for a moment. He was way too attentive Lacy mused. 

“This is amazing…”

She walked through the in-home gym he had just led her to. There were tons of machines inside, weight racks along with benches for chest presses and racks for squats and deadlifts. He had battle ropes in one corner, bosu balls and yoga balls next to a bunch of mats for warm ups. Stair mill, bicycle and two treadmills. He had literally everything. It was a nicer gym than some small towns had. 

“So, do I need a membership to use the gym?”

She turned, flashing a playful smile in his direction. Sweet baby Jesus. Rita was definitely rubbing off on her, she wove her way through the room, looking at the wall to wall mirrors as she watched him move. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to flirt, or that she was some virginal innocent but it had definitely been a long time. Long enough she was flirting with her boss and that was against her own rules. God, this is all Paul’s fault. He started this dynamic and now it was hard to shut it down. 

“Not sure you could afford the membership fees…” she had lost track of him when she disappeared into her thoughts, turning to look at him she gasped softly finding he was right behind her, lifting her chin to look up into the deep emerald pools that were his eyes. She found much to her surprise they had darkened, pupils dilated until the black almost swallowed the green. 

“Oh?” She breathed out shakily. “What would it cost me?” She took one tiny step backwards, her words taunting him to keep coming despite the small retreat. Her back pressed up against the cold bars of a squat rack, causing a gasp and her back to arch as the cool metal touched the skin bared by her crop top.

Roman seemed like a man possessed. The small step back only seemed to reign him in even further, he was all to eager to skim his palms over her hips as she arched her back, pressing into his chest a little. Instinctively she lifted her chin to apologize, only find his lips crashing down on her own. 

Lacy moaned into the kiss, any shred of self control she had disappeared when he touched his lips to hers. His strong calloused hand gripped her hips roughly, pulling her closer, leaning into the rack, pushing her back against it for leverage as her feet left the ground in a molten hot kiss. She gasped at the feel of their bodies crushed together and that gave him the opening, flicking his tongue over her lips to dance with her own, groaning himself. 

Unable to help herself, Lacy ran her hands through his dark brown hair, gripping it slightly between her fingers with a gentle tug as she broke her lips free from his. Her lips swollen and the skin along her face slightly reddened from the roughness of their passionate kissing. Her breasts heaving against the crop top, and there was an unmistakable bulge pressing against her belly as she wiggled in his arms, trying to put her feet back on the floor. 

“I… “ she didn’t know what to say. She wanted to apologize, but the woman in her was not sorry. Not one f*****g bit. But the professional in her was absolutely mortified she had just done that. Was this a test? Was he trying to see if she actually could control herself? Did she just somehow fail? Or did he really find himself attracted to her? If that was the case, how the hell was that possible? He could have anybody he wanted, why her?” She was so frantically overthinking, she ended up not saying anything for a long moment, her cheeks flushing, the palms of her hands still resting against his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath her fingertips too.