Free Hard Choices by Theresa Ellson Page B

it. I am his boss. It would be more than inappropriate.”
    I smiled at my friend. “Deal,” I said. “OK,” I stood up, “By the time he starts, who knows? Maybe our interest will have run its course by then,” I shrugged.
    “I hope not,” Robert said standing up, “you deserve some good sex.”
    “Robert! You are in a shocking mood!” I said in fake prissy British accent.
    “Enjoy yourself, Lyssa,” he smiled as I walked out his door.
    I grinned and winked at him as I left his office.
    Wow. Even proper, particular Robert was telling me to have some fun with this kid. No one ever had to know. Not my co-workers. Not my kids. It could really happen: I could have a torrid affair with him, just for the hell of it. No strings. No complications. No obligations. Just… fun. This was a revelation to me.
    I said down at my desk and saw that I had a new email:
     
    No panties? Nothing? I want you to think about me in the shower tomorrow morning. I’ll be thinking about you, too.
    --Aa
     
    I was instantly aroused. I felt my breathing speed up, and before I talked myself out of it, I typed.
     
    Why just think about me? Why don’t come up here and join me?
    --L
     
    I figured I was safe; it was still weeks before he was due to start work. I would probably have calmed myself down. But his reply took less than thirty seconds.
     
    I’m in town. Give me your address.
    --Aa
     
    The Universe was on my side. I was feeling extra spunky today, and Aaron just happened to be in town? Shaking now, I replied with my address and said:
     
    Can you meet me there in 20 minutes?
    --Lyssa
     
    Yes.
    --Aa
     
    What the hell had I just done!? But my body seemed to be on auto-pilot. I felt a swelling and a heat in my lady-parts that I hadn’t felt since… I honestly couldn’t remember.
    I shot off an email to Jean and Robert: “Need to take care of some things. I’m leaving for the day.” It wasn’t normal behavior for me, but it wasn’t unheard of, either. I knew neither of them would question me. I doubt it occurred to either of them that I was heading to an afternoon tryst with a guy who was born when I was in high school. A few months after splitting up with my husband, no less. Once again, I quieted my thoughts and focused on the heat gathering in my body.
    I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, thankful that Jean was away from her desk right at that moment.
    I drove the ten minutes to my house shaking with anticipation. I felt like I was going to explode in my car and come all over the driver’s seat if anything even brushed up against me.
    What was I doing? What if that attraction had been a one-time thing? What if he wasn’t anywhere near as gorgeous as I remembered?
    What if I made a total idiot of myself?

Chapter 7
     
    I pulled into my garage and ran inside. Should I change? Should I touch up my makeup? Should I slip on some prettier panties? Wait – did I have prettier panties? Man, I really needed to go shopping…
    I ran into the bathroom to check myself in the mirror. Oh well. I looked fine. Aaron and I were obviously both on the same page: sex and just sex. In all our email exchanges, we’d never really talked about anything personal or intimate. I really didn’t know him at all.
    And I didn’t care.
    I was wearing a decent bra, but it suddenly dawned on me that the best choice was to slip my panties off – just like I’d promised. My knee-length skirt wouldn’t give the whole game away too early. I heard a quick, insistent rap on the front door, and tossed my panties in the hamper in the bathroom as I raced down the hall and down the stairs to the front door.
    I threw open the door and caught my breath. He was wearing jeans and a tight white t-shirt. He was tanned and beautiful. My god, he was seriously more gorgeous than I remembered. His eyes bore into mine, slightly narrowed, like he was siting his prey.
    I spent a second or two taking him in with my eyes, then reached out, grabbed his shirt, and