My hands shook as I tried to get my key in the door. I’d berated myself on the walk home. The inability to keep my thoughts professional bothered me. I needed this job, and if I ever got caught snooping, I would lose it in a heartbeat.
I didn’t know what to do with myself. These urges were overpowering my good sense. I shouldn’t be having them. Her eyes looked directly into mine whenever I closed them. I didn’t know how to react to these feelings. I’d been a hermit for so long that lust was an unfamiliar companion.
I finally got the key into the lock and once inside I threw my bag on the couch and headed to the kitchen. A glass of wine might calm me down. I opened the fridge then wondered if the wine was still any good. The bottle had been opened a few months ago, and I’d forgotten abou
