Eighteen
Liam
We’re in the middle of week one of this experiment, and we’ve meditated every night. Three nights of hearing her light breathing across from me. Three nights of watching her breasts squeeze into that tight T-shirt. Three nights of having her help me put everything away before she heads back upstairs. I have no idea if she’s enjoying it or is just in it to see what’s in the barn. It’ll be a let-down if it comes to that because I’m really hoping she gets something out of all this and isn’t using it as a means to an end.
I approach the security desk at Bailey Timber, and Carrie eyes me and slides over my name tag. “They’re expecting you in the conference room. Fourth floor.”
“Thanks.”
I pin on my badge and head to the elevator. The doors ding open on the fourth floor, and P
