…The line between love and simple desire is often blurred…
EARL
I stride down the hallway, my mind still reeling from the kiss with Cameron in the closet.
Her lips, her touch, it's all I can think about.
It’s also all I don’t want to be thinking about.
It’s bad enough that twice now I have broken rule number six in the contract.
Clear boundaries and a professional distance.
I wonder if it is professional of me to want to lift her onto the heavy mahogany table of my father’s study and bury my face between her thighs.
I should not have kissed her.
In fact, I should not have followed her into that closet at all.
Thirty-three years old for god’s sake, and I had hidden from my father in a broom closet without a second thought all because she had been crying.
She said she wasn’t but
