Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 33

Bradley's POV

CONCENTRATE. FOCUS. The words fell on deaf ears. I could not focus on the work in front of me because a dark-skinned goddess was haunting my thoughts. Every time I closed my eyes the curvature of her body flashed in my mind. 

I missed her terribly. More than I ever could have imagined. More than I wanted to admit. 

I knew it was a mistake to kiss Tiffany. I had compounded the problem by having sex with her foolishly hoping that doing so would satisfy my curiosity, quench my thirst and get her out of my system.  Never have I been so completely wrong on every count before. The more we touched, the more I wanted and now I was left with evocative memories. 

Ever since I'd left her in front of her apartment, I could think of nothing else but the enchanting woman I'd left behind.  

Right in the middle of a business transaction today I  experienced an erotic flashback: caught a glimpse of chocolate flesh, heard a provocative little moan, imagined her hands all over my body. The next thing I knew Ashton was clearing his throat and looking at him strangely. It was at that moment I realized that I was supposed to respond to a question I hadn't even heard.

I shook my head with regret. The way I left things with her was awful. The way she slammed the car door had shown how angry she was, not that I blamed her. I should have said more. But I hadn't known what to say. My dad's disappointment was too much for me to handle. There had been a million thoughts going through my head. But I should have at least tried to leave things in a good manner. Maybe if I  had then she wouldn't be in my thoughts now. However it wasn't my conscience that was driving me crazy, it was the other parts of my body. It's been a week and my body has been craving hers. I thought it was just sex at first and I could have had anyone to scratch the hitch. However, that didn't work. As soon as I tried to talk to another woman my mind went to Tiffany.

 I was too world-wise to be experiencing such overwhelming adolescent feelings. Not even in high school did I have such intrusive thoughts about a girl. 

What's so special about this girl? A girl that I knew for less than a week?

"Enough of this nonsense!" I told myself, tossing the stapler across the room and whacking it against the wall. 

Soft knocking broke my frustration and without waiting for a response, my brothers walked into the office. Each of them wore perfectly tailored suits. All of them held a striking resemblance but everyone was unique in their own way. 

Caleb smiled in greeting and looked down at the stapler.

Luke's brows were raised, "Who's pulling your panties?"

I frowned at him and took a deep breath. This was not the time for my brothers to make silly jokes. 

 "I think I have an idea," Ashton said taking a seat on the couch. 

"Oh?" Luke whispered before taking a seat beside Asthon. 

Irritated I asked, "Do you guys have a reason for coming into my office uninvited?"

"We always come into your office uninvited." Caleb started in a matter-of-fact tone. He moved to the chair ahead of me and took a seat. 

I rolled my eyes. 

"We noticed that you've been a little distracted lately." Luke inserted. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I answered with conviction. I ran my hands through my head and looked at my brothers. "Look, I've had a lot of things on my mind lately." 

'"We can tell." Luke replied. 

"Your point?"

"My point," Ashton stated patiently, determined to get to the bottom of all this, "Is that you don't seem like the carefree bachelor you always were. We went to the club yesterday and ignored every woman who tried to talk to you.  And your mind has been all over the place. Today we were in an important meeting and your mind was a world away. Did something happen between you and that girl while you were in Pennslyvania?