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Authors: Kim Fox

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He felt good. She didn’t realize until then how much she had been craving a man’s touch. His touch. It felt right but it was all wrong. She couldn’t be with him. She had a career to focus on.
I don’t want this. I don’t want this.

She leaned her cheek on his chest and breathed in his scent. Enjoying the moment for now because tomorrow it would be over. She would have to break it off.

I don’t want this.

I don’t want this.

She said it over and over again. So why wasn’t her body listening?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Angie glanced at her watch.
Holy shit!
Was it really three o’clock? The time had flown by. She had to get up early tomorrow to run another session on the Accelerator with her team.

“I really have to get to bed,” she said. “I have to get up early tomorrow.”

“Can you call in sick?”

She snorted a laugh. “Yeah right.” She stepped off of the sidewalk and raised her hand to hail a cab. “Which hotel are you staying at?”

He laughed. “I’m staying with you. We’re mates.”

She sighed. “We’re not…You didn’t book a hotel? Where is your bag?”

“At your apartment,” he said.

“What?” She dropped her hand and stared at him. “How?”

“Grace gave me a key,” he said. “I dropped off my bag before coming to see you.”

That bitch.
She was always trying to get Angie laid, saying that she was uptight and never had enough fun. This was going to complicate things. Sidney was fun but there were more important things at play here. She was going to break it off with him tomorrow. This was going to make it harder.

“You were in my apartment?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said. “We’re-”

“Mates,” she said, finishing his sentence before him. “Funny how I never got a say in the matter.”

She turned back to the street and hailed a cab, shaking her hand. A yellow taxi pulled up to the curb and she opened the door.

Sidney was standing on the sidewalk with a hopeful look on his face.

“Well get in,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m not going to make you sleep on the street.”

He smiled and jumped in the car. It bounced on the tires, the suspension taking a beating. She rolled her eyes as she climbed in beside him with warmth flooding her body.

This was all too much. She would be exhausted tomorrow morning and now she had a guy staying in her apartment. This would be a huge distraction and the last thing that she needed right now was a distraction.

Then why couldn’t she stop smiling?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Angie flicked on the light in her apartment and stumbled in with Sidney behind her. It was way past three o’clock but she wasn’t tired, the adrenaline spike of being with him was still running its course.

She went to the fridge for some water and gasped when she opened the door. Her fridge was full of food. “What the heck?” she muttered.

Sidney stood behind her. “I did some grocery shopping. Hope you don’t mind.”

She stared at the packed fridge in awe. She had never seen it so full before.

The dirty dishes were gone from the sink. Heat rushed to her cheeks. “Did you clean my dishes?” she asked.

He opened the door of her dishwasher. It was stacked with clean and spotless dishes. “I fixed your dishwasher for you,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind.”

She had to leave. Now. Before she did things to his body that would complicate things in the morning.

She rushed into the bathroom and washed her face, wiping off the small amount of makeup that she wore. “He sleeps on the couch tonight,” she whispered to her reflection in the mirror. “On the couch.”

She stepped out of the bathroom and he was sitting on her couch watching her. He was so giant that the couch looked as small as one of those couches that spoiled dogs get to sleep on. She would probably need to replace the springs after he left.

“So are you concerned?” he asked.

“Of?”

“The fact that you’re losing the challenge,” he said with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes. “As if.”

He slid his shirt over his head in one swift movement. His chest muscles were full and defined, his abs a work of art.

“How about now?”

Angie huffed as she walked into her room and closed the door.

She closed her eyes tightly as she leaned against the back of the door. Her whole body was tingling, her pussy was clenching and her mind was racing with dirty thoughts.

This was going to be harder than she thought.

 

 

four

 

 

 

Sidney placed the stack of pancakes on the table and stepped back to look at his work. He had woken up an hour ago and got busy working on breakfast. The small table was stacked with food. Pancakes, French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast and freshly cut fruit covered every inch of Angie’s small, folding table. He didn’t know what her favorite breakfast food was so he made everything.

He pulled out two mugs and filled them with coffee. Everything was ready just in time because Angie was up, making a racket in her room.

“Holy shit,” she said, ripping open the door and running out like a tornado. “I’m so late.”

She ran to the bathroom and brushed her teeth as she slipped on her sweater. “I made breakfast,” Sidney said.

“No time,” she said between spits and rinses. “I should have been at the lab three hours ago. So stupid.” She slammed her palm on the counter.

She ran out of the bathroom and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the table full of food. Sidney had even placed a bouquet of flowers that he found in front of a skyscraper in the middle of the table. He had found it odd how there were wildflowers growing in pots all over the city.

“What’s all this,” she said, after picking up her jaw from the floor.

“Breakfast,” he said, sitting down at the table. “Are you hungry?”

She just stared at the stacks of food. “I…I…” she stammered. “That’s very sweet of you.” She glanced at the clock over the stove and cursed. “I’m so late. We have to talk after my work,” she said. “Thank you,” she said, looking at the floor. “But I have to go.”

She rushed out the door before Sidney could even make her a coffee to go. “Oh well,” he said, picking up the maple syrup and pouring the bottle over every plate until the last drop oozed out. He picked up his fork and smiled.

“Can’t let all of this go to waste.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Angie rushed into work at ten thirty. Ten fucking thirty!

This was inexcusable. It was unprofessional. And it was definitely not like her.

Her team was waiting around when she ran through the door. They had strict orders not to touch the Accelerator unless she was there. It was Wednesday and they only had the machine until Sunday and they had a lot of work to do in the next four days. And she had just wasted half of a day.

“I had an issue,” she said, slipping on her lab coat, avoiding the judging eyes of her team members, “with my…apartment.”

Sara grimaced as she walked by. “You smell like a bar stool,” she said.

Angie sniffed her armpits.
Oh no
. She put on a second lab coat. She could shower at the gym across the street while her team was on their lunch break. At least her membership would be good for something. She had only went twice in the five months that she had it.

She fired up the Graphene Quantum Dots Accelerator, set up the experiment by entering all of the right data points and went to her desk to watch the figures as they were released onto her computer screen. All the numbers blended together into a jumble of blue lights in her cloudy vision.

Did he really make all of that breakfast for her? Nobody had ever done that for her. She was initially panicked when she woke up but as soon as she left, all that she wanted to do was return to her apartment and have a relaxing breakfast with Sidney.

This was not good. How could he be this distracting? She had always been attracted to really smart intellectuals and now she was falling for a buffoon.

“Miss Hawkins,” Frank called out, awakening her from her zoned out daydreaming. “The machine is on the fritz.”

Angie sprung up from her desk and ran to the machine.
Crap
. She had entered the wrong data points. Once the machine had started it had to run for at least two hours.
Crap. Crap. Crap.

This was costing her time that she didn’t have. She had made a crucial mistake and she never made mistakes.

She walked back to her desk with a tight chest as the team glanced at each other with anxious faces.
See? This is why you can’t have a boyfriend. It’s just too damn distracting.

She slumped in her chair and dropped her head down on her desk, springing back up with a sober face when she smelled her armpits.

Tonight.

He’s leaving tonight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Angie got back to her apartment after nine. It would’ve been later but she made another crucial mistake causing the Accelerator to overheat. The machine was rendered useless for twelve hours because of her fuck up so she sent her team home.

She was exhausted and discouraged. She opened the door and gasped. Her apartment was filled with flowers. There were bouquets on every table, on every shelf and even in the bathroom. The lights were dimmed, that was new, and the table was set with candle sticks and fancy plates that she’d never seen before. Sidney was in the kitchen cooking something that smelled delicious.

“What’s all this?” Angie asked in shock.

“This is you getting schooled in our competition.” He smiled and tossed the dishtowel over his shoulder. He was dressed up in black dress pants, a tight, white, long sleeve shirt that hugged his strong body and he had a black tie around his neck, hung loosely. He looked good. And he got bonus sexy points for looking so competent in the kitchen.

“Flowers, check, delicious five course meal, check, sexy outfit, check, nice music…” He hit the remote and Boys II Men came on, sounding better than last night at the karaoke bar. “Check.”

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