Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

“He asked for you by name.” Actually, what Darren said was “You should make that Brandon guy do it, he always has an opinion anyway.” But his name was mentioned. “Shouldn’t take up too much time.” I turn and pull a mug from the cupboard.

Brandon mumbles an agreement before leaving.

I add sugar to my coffee and put Hannah’s creamer away. When I’m stepping away from the counter with my mug in hand, Donut Man lifts his head.

“Nice moves.”

My steps slow. “What’s that?”

The older guy tips his head toward the coffee maker. “Slick way of getting him away from your girl.”

With no one else in here to see, I smirk. “I thought so.”

EIGHTY-FIVE

HANNAH

A calendar invite dings on my computer.

I click on it and have to read the invite twice. Because it’s from Maddox.

For two o’clock. In his office. Apparently to discuss Q4 projections.

I look at the clock.

It’s one forty-five.

My phone vibrates on the desk, and I pick it up.

BB Wolf: Don’t be late.

EIGHTY-SIX

MADDOX

“Ah, Hannah, just on time.” I greet her with my typical corporate tone. “Come on in.”

The last part is unnecessary since she’s already crossing the threshold, but it’s my standard greeting.

I shouldn’t have asked her to come. Shouldn’t have sent the calendar invite, but this weekend was PG, and that dress she’s wearing is giving me R-rated thoughts.

Her hips sway as she walks toward the visitor’s chair across from my desk, causing her skirt to dance around her knees.

It’s not a provocative dress, not by any typical standard. But on her? Knowing what her soft skin feels like underneath…

I work my jaw.

The gray material looks stretchy, and it’s pulled deliciously across her chest in a modest enough neckline. But her tits. Goddamn those tits. If I was still in college and had a few beers, I would one thousand percent motorboat them. But since I’m mature now, I just want to suck on them.

The sleeves are fitted and stop at her elbows, more modesty.

And below her breasts, the material flares out.

It shouldn’t be this sexy.

Well, it isn’t.

She’s sexy. No matter what she wears. It just so happens that this particular choice gives me all sorts of ideas.