Chapter 14

KESTER.

Getting your head back on straight is hard enough on a typical day.

But when you've just seen her—a stunning, maddening woman in one of those tiny dresses I've warned her not to wear—f**k, it becomes nearly impossible.

The small, flowery dress clung to her curves like a second skin, so short and delicate I could probably shred it with a single tug of my fingers. The image of it falling away, the bare expanse of her skin beneath, burned in my mind.

And those green eyes of hers... Why the hell does she stare at me like that? Like she knows exactly what she's doing to me.

It wrecks me every time.

Blood rushed south, hot and primal, and I nearly lost myself. Again.

Now, here I was, tortured and frustrated, staring at my laptop and watching her read a book.

I was f*****g watching her read a ……