My turn to tense up. Surely this wasn’t an admission that weird things were happening to him, too? No, this was my problem alone. “I just had a bad dream, that’s all.”
He sucked in a breath, but by then I’d turned my head away. I could remember how he smelled, how he sounded, how his skin felt under my fingertips in the night. Or rather, how my “other” Marcus felt. Bad, bad news. I was thinking of him possessively now. A man who was a virtual stranger and my boss, who could easily have me fired—or worse, make me leave my job just because I had some stupid crush on him that was causing me vivid hallucinations…
Shit. I wasn’t going to get an erection right then, was I? In the kitchen? Maybe I could hang the tea towels on it. I felt the gentle but insistent swelling in my trousers, as I rec
