I knew I had no chance in hell with this man, and was content enough for him to be my secret eye candy. I worshipped him from afar, or up close underneath my eyelashes whenever he stepped into the office to grab supplies, work briefly at his corner desk, or hand over a check from a client.
And why would I wish for anything else? A man like him probably had willing partners practically banging down his door. I simply couldn’t help myself, and while I’d had the occasional hookup over the years, after seeing Ryker for the first time, no one else would do. Which pissed me off and made me even more pissy in his presence. So, yes, I hadn’t had sex in a long, long time