Free Friendship on Fire by Melissa Foster Page B

close to you . “Not really.”
    “Good. Everyone’s got someplace to be, and you’ll be taking the train to and from work. That’s safe, Ri. I don’t want you worrying about going places. The subway is a must in New York.”
    “I know. I feel much better about it. I might not ride it alone at night for a while, but I think I can do the morning commute without worrying too much. It’ll just take a little getting used to.” She couldn’t believe he had remembered her comment about needing to master the subway. His thoughtfulness tugged at her heart. “Thank you,” she said.
    “Here. Sit with me. The train’s going to make a sharp turn, and when it does, you’re going to see the most beautiful, forgotten subway station in New York.”
    “Forgotten?”
    The train slowed, screeching against the rails as it made its way around the loop. Riley and Josh shaded their eyes and peered through the windows.
    “Oh my God. What is that? It’s so ornate. Josh, it’s glorious.” And just as fast as it had appeared, it faded back to concrete. Riley came away from the window with her mouth agape.
    “It’s built below City Hall. They renovated the station a few years ago, but they never opened it to the public. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? It’s dark, so I know it was difficult to see,” Josh said.
    “It was incredible. Does everyone in New York know it’s here?”
    Josh shook his head.
    “How did you know? Wait. Don’t tell me if you found it with some other woman.” She cringed at the thought. She’d seen the magazine pictures of Josh with beautiful models on his arm and she tried not to think about it. Stop it. Everyone has a past.
    “You’re so cute.” He put his arm around her. “My real estate agent.” He kissed her cheek. “He told me about it.” He kissed her neck, and Riley closed her eyes, relishing in the motion of the train and the feel of Josh’s lips. “At least in here we don’t have to hide.” He took her in another kiss, and his hand gripped her rib cage; his thumb brushed the underside of her breast.
    Heat rushed through her, and as the train slowed at the next station, Riley had only one thought. I’m already sick of sneaking around .

Chapter Ten
    THIS IS A DREAM. It has to be . Riley stood at the entrance of Savannah’s apartment building—her choice. Josh had invited her to his apartment, but she worried that being seen coming or going from Josh’s apartment might raise eyebrows. She hated worrying about that, and when they were kissing on the train, she’d been ready to forget about sneaking around, but when the cool night air hit her cheeks, she realized that reality would be waiting for her at eight o’clock the next morning.
    From the first time Josh’s lips touched hers, Riley had a hard time thinking about anything else. The musical had been a romantic and very enjoyable distraction, and helping her overcome her fear of the subway was the most thoughtful thing he could have done, but now, holding Josh’s hand, knowing they were on the cusp of crossing the line between employee and lover, all she could think about was being close to him.
    Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with the key. Josh reached around her, pressing his body against her back, and put his hand over hers, settling the key into place. His breath was hot on her neck, and she closed her eyes as he turned the key, soaking in the feel of him against her.
    The door swung open, and Riley’s nerves caught fire. Oh my God! I’m going to have sex in his sister’s apartment . This is wrong on so many levels . Josh wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissing her neck, then nibbling her earlobe and whispering in her ear.
    “Let’s go inside so I can kiss you some more.”
    The hell with wrong . Riley spun around and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him into the apartment. He kicked the door shut behind them. She’d stifled her desire for him for too long. She wanted him, damn it, and she