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She gives a shaky exhale before she nods again, and I feel her body melting against me. Moving in might happen sooner than I expected. But she needs me, and I need to protect her now.

“Let’s get you home.”

She nods.

Chapter 6

Harrison

Gabby is much better now. She found her feet in the office after only days of being there. And, just like every other day, I can’t help but stare at her as she sits at the desk opposite me.

Today, she’s dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, after I told her she could dress as she liked for work. I don’t want her thinking she’s there to be a sex object and being leered at by her boss.

Though, I didn’t think this through. How torturous it would be to have her sit opposite me but not able to touch her. I want to, but after her last boss was a leech, I can wait until she’s ready for that.

And I’m grateful we’ve got into a nice routine.

Gabby settled into the job and is turning out to be quite the asset. She turns up on time and is efficient at her job. It’s a delightful bonus to me that she’s near me every day.

Though, I find it hard to be close but not touch her every day. But being in her presence, smelling her sweet scent, hearing her tiny laugh, seeing her beautiful eyes that meet mine now and again. Everything about her makes me want to give in to my baser instincts and ravish her.

She’s beautiful, but now that I’ve spent so much time with her, it’s more than that—it’s just her. She is everything.

We talk about us, and as she still calls me, Killian, and I hate that haven’t yet told her the truth about who I am. So I mostly try to keep the conversation about her.

Though I was fuming when I found out her stepfather had tried it on with her. And I wanted to wrap my arms around her and hold her close to me when she cried telling me that her mother had blamed her and threw her out of the family home.

And because of her shitty upbringing she’s living in this city by herself, and I want to be the one to take care of her.

I wanted to give her something about me. I told her my life wasn’t perfect either, though for different reasons. Losing my mother at a young age and having a father who only cared about his mayoral campaigns and not his children is where I try to let her see we’re similar.

I know it’s not the same.

It surprises me I open up to her, but it helps me somehow, and gives me a sense of satisfaction that we’re building something together.

“Lunch,” I say, placing a plate of pasta on the table. I’m not the best cook, but I can knock up a great pasta meal.

“You’ll make a good husband to someone one day,” she says and laughs.

“I will be the best husband,” I say, pointing my fork at her as I take a seat opposite her.

She nods as she takes another mouthful of pasta.

She’s much more comfortable around me. It took a week, but she admits she thought the job offer was too good to be true. And while I’m happy she’s relaxed, I miss the blushes, the way her cheek stains whenever we talk.

As she eats, my gaze lifts to her face every few seconds. She’s beautiful but I can’t deny it’s distracting having her working with me. Not that I’ll stop it.

I find most days, I study her as she works on the data in front of her like it’s the most important piece of information in the world.

She’s only typing up code for me. It’s nothing, but I want her to learn what I do. I trust her to work on my software, because I can hardly give her the legal contract work to complete, despite her background.

For that, I still employ Finn on the side. But Finn let me know he is going back to the UK soon and I’m going to have to let Gabby in soon on who I really am, and allow he to get more involved in my work.

She fidgets in her seat as I stare at her.

I smile. “You okay?” It’s plain to see that I make her nervous—probably knows my thoughts. I quite like that I affect her like I do.

But she makes me nervous too. She also makes he horny, and I have to leave her a few times to deal with that.

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