Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 49 Quit Quitting

*Trisha*

Paul really is like an old man sometimes. He's 45 which I guess is considered middle aged, but I swear he is an eighty-year-old trapped in a sexy bodyguard's body. Like today for instance. During breakfast with James, I texted him for an update on Julia to put James's mind at ease. You know when he decided to return the text? Two in the afternoon!

Casey is taking Maggie for a long run so I'm with James. We just finished a great workout downstairs, and James did his PT as well. He's determined to get better. I love that about James. He's not a quitter. I mean, just look at the man's body! Every single muscle of James is defined perfectly. I know this because I am currently taking a shower with the man. We've done this once before. But now, it all feels so different.

At first, we both behave. Like the last time, James is suddenly very cautious about showering with me. It's almost like he won't let himself be with anyone but Julia. He has sex with his Barbie Doll ex Lindsay, what's so different about being naked with me?

Once he starts talking he loosens up. James is very easy to talk to. He makes you feel so comfortable around him. I get how him and Julia became best friends in such a short amount of time.

  I try not to pay attention to the noticeable hard on James is sporting or the way his eyes darkened the minute he saw me naked. And God am I craving him right now. I think about him all the time. What it would feel like to be with him. With that body of his against mine. I'm already very aware he is a fantastic kisser. What else is he fantastic at? 

Yet James keeps his distance.

 He really is trying to take things slow. Being in a shower with me certainly isn't taking things slow, is it?

And I can't be mad that he isn't making a move on me, this is James. You just can't get mad at James. He's trying to do right by...well...everyone.

So I thought...

After I rinse my hair, I glance up to see him smiling down at me. The smile fades and his eyes become so intense. This hungry stare ready to devour me. In an instant, any calm, cool demeanor I once had vanishes from existence.

Trisha, come to your senses. The man wants to go slow. I quickly pick up the bar of soap and wash my shoulders again... trying to not look so damn desperate over here. 

But I know what I want. I want James.

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*James*

I'm trying really hard to take things slow here, but this IS Trisha Banks we're talking about, and I'm not really known to be one to take things slow. This is killing me. The way she looks right now, lathering herself up with the soap. Her eyes are looking away, but I can tell she is thinking the same thing as me right now. 

I close my eyes and dip my head back in the hot water. Nate's ridiculous shower has a million showerheads, and it stays nice and steamy in here which isn't helping things. I feel Trisha's hands on my chest, lathering me up with the soap. I open my eyes and look down at her hands feeling each and every muscle on display. She doesn't look up at me but does take a step closer to wash my shoulders. My breath hitches and quickens when my arousal touches her stomach.

"Trish.... You're playing with fire." I put my hands on her hips.

"Am I? I'm not gonna have sex with you if that's what you think is gonna happen. We're taking it slow, remember? I'm merely washing your body." Her soapy hand slides down lower and she washes me. I swallow hard and unintentionally twitch in her hand. I stare down at what she's doing, and my chest is slightly heaving as I breathe heavier.