Candy sat on her bed surrounded by her romance novels. Today had to be a record she couldn’t wait to tell her therapist about. She’d been scared, embarrassed, confused, angry, and now she was, well, truthfully, she was lonely but she had started out that way this morning. When her therapist told her to get comfortable feeling her emotions, she probably didn’t mean all of them on the same day. She looked up at the ceiling. “I think you’ve made your point.” She pulled her knees up and propped her chin on them. Maybe she would call her sister? She glanced at the clock. No, way too late for that. She reached to collect the books she’d run in here with, and now he thought she was some brainless twit because she read romance novels. Well, too bad. She liked the distraction and if she lived vicariously through them a little, so what. She was smarter than some of the women in those books and it wasn’t like romance heroes dropped out of the sky at her feet.

She blinked remembering his naked chest. Her eyes drifted closed and she could feel the tension run off her back like warm water. Behind her eyes she could see her hands running all over him, hear him tell her how much he liked it... “Ugh, he’s my boss.” She quietly reminded herself. She looked up at the ceiling again. “You really don’t play fair Bill, or is this mom interfering?” Probably her mother. One of their last coherent conversations had been her mother encouraging her to find someone like the heroes in the romance novels she read while waiting in the hospital. She suspected her mother knew there were sex scenes in the books, though even as an adult she never read those parts to her. For herself, she read them and... God, she was lonely.

Candy smiled to herself. She could just imagine the look on her demanding, grouchy, sexy as all get out boss’s face if she went out there and... what? They barely knew each other. Would he think she was pitying him? The thought made her unbelievably sad for him. He was just so male even without the use of his legs. Oh God, maybe that was why he was so grouchy? Still, what person, guys especially, didn’t like a little attention and for the first time in a long time he made her feel as if she wasn’t invisible. She heard him groan through the locked door. That couch was a torture device so it was a safe bet he wouldn’t put himself through it twice but still it made her smile to think that she wasn’t alone tonight, even if he was sleeping in the other room. Better would be breakfast together but he’d said he’d be gone before she woke up.

Her head still ached. The man had a skull like iron. She rubbed the spot where they had conked heads, not nearly as nice as when their hands had touched. She was kind of surprised his touch was so gentle. She expected someone who yelled as much as Jameson did, would be careless in how he touched people, or just shy away from being touched at all.

The recollection of him pulling her down on top of him on the firing range sent ripples of awareness thrumming through her body. She laid back on the bed and considered getting out one of the ‘toys’ her therapist had suggested ordering. When even your shrink says to get laid or get a vibrator you know it has been a long time. What would Jameson think if he heard the tell-tale buzz through the door? Probably that she was shaving her legs or something. Her eyes slid closed and she pulled the covers over her knocking some of the books to the floor.

She put together all the little pieces of a naughty but nice fantasy. In her imagination, the guy would catch her touching herself and offer to help. Did it make her perverse that the guy in her fantasy looked like Jameson, wheelchair and all? She could imagine him doing exactly that. Of course he’d take over, making demands of her but instead of yelling he’d encourage her. Instead of the scowl he’d worn all day, he’d be smiling, his eyes dark, like he couldn’t get enough of her.

She pushed her pajama shorts down and kicked them off under the covers. Her fingers found her nub as she pictured him teasing her. He’d have tossed the vibrator away wanting to feel her himself, know he was making her want him. Mmm, maybe he’d hold her in his arms as he touched her. Hold her against that wide chest and those impressive abs of his so she felt his arms around her as he stroked her. God, she was so slick now. He’d like that, hell, what guy wouldn’t? She recognized the beginning pull of her orgasm but she wasn’t quite there yet. She spread her legs wider, imagined tunneling her fingers into his hair as he lapped at her the way she was touching herself. “Oh!” The groan that followed stayed buried in her chest as she bit her lips between her teeth to stay quiet.

When the tremors finally stopped she got the giggles, now she was going to have to see him tomorrow at work and not think of him like that. Ugh, this was a gigantic mistake.

But at least her sex drive seemed to be back. She muffled her giggles in her pillow.