He paused and shook his head. Jeisa slid beneath one of his
arms again to help steady him. The heat
from his body spread like a wildfire through her own. Jeremy was all man now
and everywhere their bodies touched, Jeisa felt just how much he’d
changed. The strong arm draped across
her shoulders no longer felt like it belonged to a man who spent his life
behind a computer. Boxing was only a small piece of Jeremy’s plan to physically
transform himself. He’d started running
and lifting weights very soon after they’d met.
Jeisa hadn’t thought it was necessary… But oh, the results were nice.
He stumbled as they walked. Her hand flew up to steady him,
coming to a rest in the middle of his hard chest and she felt him catch his
breath.
Is he thinking what
I’m thinking?
No, no, no, she
thought frantically.
Unlike me, Jeremy has
always been painfully honest.
Remember that he’s
doing all of this to win the heart of a woman.
Another woman.
As in, not me.
Her body didn’t care. She looked past the swelling and the
blood and all she could see were his beautiful, sexy blue eyes. They paused for
what seemed an eternity and she couldn’t look away.
What would it be like
to be loved by a man who is willing to do anything to win your heart?
You could be yourself
with such a man.
Love like that doesn’t
follow the rules.
It is sweaty, and
passionate, and the stuff that romances are made of.
An odd expression entered Jeremy’s eyes and he straightened
away from her, breaking contact. “Jeisa,” he said in a gruff voice, “let’s go
home.”
“Yes,” she said, and mentally kicked herself for allowing
the lines between employer and friend to blur.
She was part of Jeremy’s life.
Just not in the way she wanted to be.
