Falling For My Boss's Brother

Jessey was aware that the loft above the gallery had 17 steps, as was customary. It was unique. Were the walls becoming smaller? She adjusted her coat to allow air to flow. It was too warm for coats even late at night, yet she couldn't go upstairs in lingerie.

Jessey's fingers tightened. She could go back in time and pretend she'd never had this insane notion. Dodge would be unaware of her feelings for him while she worked at the gallery

They'll never get together if she quits now. Dodge completely missed all of her cues. She needed a stern strategy to put an end to her mother's matchmaking and find someone.

She opposed last year when Ian recommended she apply for the role of art coordinator at the gallery. Could she work for one of her brother's friends? She was enthralled when she entered the exhibition. Dodge's galleries displayed a wide range of art, although he specialized in sculpting.

Dodge was tall, with golden blond hair and twinkling blue eyes. They spoke for hours about art and sketches.

She came to a halt. The steps demanded every ounce of will. She was out of breath at the top, like if she'd run a mile.

Jessey stood up and proceeded down the hallway to the last door. Dodge's car in the parking lot indicates that he'll be in the gallery loft this weekend. She thought he'd started a new job when he claimed he'd started one today. He was engrossed with a new effort when he started it.

The knob felt cold as she entered the shadows of the loft. Dodge's paintings in the living room were visible in the light of the single bulb. Dodge's efforts enabled it to sell for a high price.

Jessey bypassed the second bedroom and the kitchen counter to go to the master bedroom. Her heart rate increased to the point that she believed it may burst.

She felt her smooth tummy. The simplicity of the midsection stood in stark contrast to the embellishments.

She bit her lower lip and took a condom from her coat pocket, uncertain of where to put it. She should most likely cease... No. Even if she wanted a family, being pregnant tonight would be a nightmare.

Jessey took a deep breath, gently opened the door, and slid inside. Even in the pitch-black darkness, she could see the massive bed across from the door. Okay. She'd make it.

Charley had strange dreams.

A woman entered his bed and spoke to him. He rolled over and stretched, puzzled about the significance of the whisper. As she leaned closer, he could feel her warmth through the sheet on his hips.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her close to him. She was sensitive, which was the polar opposite of what he preferred. His subconscious most likely desired a change. When she leaned against him and traced a cautious hand from his shoulder to his hip, he concluded that