It was left to me to close the garage and start after her. By the time

I made it to the bedroom, Amber was already fully naked, sitting up against the pillows with her Legs spread wide, one finger stirring her moist honeypot.

“Fuck me, David..." she husked. "Fuck me Like you'd fuck her..."

For a brief moment, I tried to make Brianna's features mold over

Amber's, envisioning the brunette in my mind's eye. But I couldn't. No matter what attraction I had for Brianna, I was still in love with my

Amber.

“No," I said as I began to strip.

“Why not?"

"Because," I growled as my clothes came off. "All I really want is you."

I was sipping a Caramel Macchiato this time. It wasn't normally my kind of drink, but with my nerves a little on edge, I felt Like something sweet and cloying. I had just placed the cup back on the table when a familiar voice said, “Morning David."

I looked up just in time to see Brianna settle into the seat opposite me. Simultaneously, I felt relieved and dejected that she hadn't made a more physically affectionate greeting.

“Is that how it's going to be?

You sitting over there?" I waved my hands to indicate the great distance between us.

“I don't know." She looked more nervous than I felt.

“I'm not sure how this all works. I mean, I've dated before. Just... just not while the guy was seeing someone else. If I go out on a date with a guy who's still taken, that makes me the other woman. I really don't like that idea. I'm not that kind of girl.”

“Then... let's not."

She suddenly looked scared.

“Not what? You don't want me?" It was clear from her stricken expression that while she'd admitted she was attracted to me, she still had her doubts about my feelings.

On instinct I leaned forward and reached across the table to hold her hands. It had always been my way of reassuring a girl that I cared about her. "I do... I do... Bree, if I hadn't been with Amber I would have been tripping over myself from Day One trying to get you to go out with me."

She managed a Little smile at that and her fingers squeezed mine.

My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to figure out my own mind.

“I just meant, let's not ‘date’. Let's go out. Let's have dinner. Let's see each other outside of work."

“What do you call this?" She indicated our hands.

“This is a start. This is coffee. And I would Like to keep meeting here to start our days." My gaze was warm and for a little while, the only woman in the world I could think about was the pretty brunette sitting across from me.

“But you don't want to date me."