Admit You Want Me

My brain is telling me Hell-freaking-no
My body is telling me Yes please
My heart is telling me You’ve really done it this time

Emma
Ward thinks I’m still hung up on him after all these years? Please.
It was just a drunken hook-up with my best friend’s brother at a college costume party.

I know my type. I like the bookworms. Ward’s just a dumb jock.
Too athletic for school and too hot for me.
The fact I’m now working for him to keep a roof over my head while I finish my PhD is a rich irony.

To make it through the next few months I’ll have to deny my urges. I’ll have to convince myself I don’t want to do the things I desperately wish I could.

Like run my hands down his chiseled body.
Caress his broad shoulders.
Let his big, strong hands tear my clothes to shreds and explore every inch…

Ward
That last tackle ended my NFL career ten years too early.
I haven’t had any problems with my memory though.

I remember my sister’s best friend Emma perfectly.
How smart she was.
How sexy she was.
How stuck up she was.
How she never took off those Tinkerbell wings while we were doing it at that Halloween party.

After all these years she’s back in my life, working in my bar.
She’s challenging me in ways I didn’t know I wanted to be challenged.
Like how red I can make her cheeks turn when I catch her staring.
She’s even got me questioning my commitment to non-commitment.

A good bar owner wouldn’t sleep with one of his waitresses.
But when I picture Emma wearing those wings again, I just need to make her mine.