“We’re out of control.”
My hands settle at her waist and I pull her to me. “Let’s try a repeat of my prior question. Did Cat say that, or did you?”
“Me. I said it.”
“What else did Cat say to you?”
“Nothing that I want to repeat,” she says.
“Tell me anyway,” I order softly.
Her hands grip my wrists as if she wants to control me, or maybe herself, and holy hell, her hands on my any part of my body just make me want her hands on every part of my body. “Summarizing. The writing is on the wall. We’re going to end up naked, and I need to accept that, and plan accordingly.”
“What else?”
“She left the what else to us, but she told me that if it made me more comfortable, I could move to Reese’s team.”
“And you said what, Lori?”
A door above us opens and crashes shut. Lori shoves out of my arms as footsteps trample downward toward us. Lori heads for the door, and I quickly follow on her heels a moment after she exits to the elevator bank, and if I think she will run, I’m wrong. She whirls on me and pokes my chest.
“I told her that I’m staying with you. You need me, Cole. You have no staff and I won’t let you down or betray you. But Cat was right. This isn’t going away and I need to deal with that and you.”
“And how exactly do you plan on dealing with me, Lori?”
“I’m going to go home with you, fuck you, not you me, and get this out of my system and yours. Then Monday morning, I’m going to do my job, get my degree, and start my career.” She turns and starts to walk away.
I let her, because a) her ass is about as perfect a view in those sweatpants as any man could hope for, and b) I know what she knows but won’t admit yet. I do need her and not just professionally. Outside of my new role as her boss, I have wanted her so damn long at this point that I have a deep need for her I cannot escape, and I’m not alone. She needs me, too, and tonight, in between orgasms, I’m going to make her say it.