Walking on Sunshine: A Sweet Love Story (Seasons of Love Book 1) by Krista Lakes, Darla York Read Free Book Online Page B

case you need to drop off Ben at my place. I would prefer not to have that, but I know with errands or work schedules things might get a bit hectic.” He walked over to the table and was standing behind me, leaning over my shoulder so he could point to something on the page. He didn't touch me, but I could feel the heat of his body on my back and my own trembled in response.
    I could smell his cologne. He smelled of warmth and grass. It was intoxicating. I inhaled deeply etching the smell into my memory. I didn't know it was possible for a man to smell this good. It didn't seem fair.
    “Now, here,” he explained, pointing to the page. His body grazed my shoulder, sending electric heat surging through me at his touch. He held there for a moment, his finger hoovering just above the page. “This is just agreements of hours, and duties. I'm assuming you will want me Monday through Friday for your normal working hours, eight to five?” He moved away and sat down in the chair next to me. I shivered, as the air cooled around me once he left.
    “Yes, that would be ideal.” I cleared my throat, trying to regain my train of thought. It was amazing how easily he derailed it. “Would it also be possible to extend one day, such as Thursday? I have a standing night out with girlfriends and would like to not have to juggle you and a babysitter.”
    “Sure, not a problem. Let me just make a note of that here,” Cee said, scribbling some details onto a piece of paper. “Now Saturday and Sundays, I usually like to have for myself and it will let you have time with Ben as well.”
    “Yeah that is fine,” I said, nodding. As much as I would have liked it, I couldn't have him here all the time.
    We continued to hash through the details, what meals he would cook, what chores he was able to do while I was away. We even broke it down to types of food Ben could have and how much TV time. I felt like I had just discussed more than I thought was humanly possible about one job, and especially a job centering on my easy-going Ben. It was more than Ben's father had ever done on the subject.
    “Thank you so much for taking the time to talk with me. I know it's a tedious subject but it helps me do a better job,” Cee said as he started to stack all the papers together. “I'll make a copy for you and then if you think of anything please feel free to let me know.”
    He stood up from the table and stretched his shoulders, raising his arms over head and causing a sliver of his abdomen to show. All I could see was tight muscles and smooth skin. I shuddered, feeling the heat of desire warm me. Why am I driving myself crazy over him? He's my nanny, I thought to myself. You can't have him.
    I stood up as well and glanced over to the microwave so I would stop looking at him. It was already nine o’clock. I couldn’t believe it took us an hour to get through all of his paperwork, but somehow, I had enjoyed every minute of it.
    “I’ll see you in the morning,” he said quietly, putting a hand on my shoulder. I froze, not wanting him to lift it. I wanted him to touch me so much more it wasn't fair. But he was just being polite. “Most days I won’t be here this late but the first few days I understand it takes some time to work out a schedule.” He let go of my shoulder and grabbed his keys. “Have a great evening, Ms. Hochs.”
    “Please call me Jes,” I insisted, my voice low.
    “Alright, goodnight... Jes.”
    I nearly melted at the way he smiled as he said my name.
    Get over yourself , I scolded as I stood at the front door and waved Cee off into the night. You're seeing things that aren't there.
    Yet, I loved the way my name sounded on his lips. The soft smile he got as he said it. The way his hand felt on my shoulder. I soon got wrapped up in thinking about how my name would sound across those lips when cried out in passion. My insides were screaming to make that fantasy come true but my head drowned it out with worry and self doubt. A