Page 18 of Falling for the Boss's Son

Jesse laughed. “What was her name?”

“Beth.”

“I like her.”

“She’s married with two kids.” Cassie’s voice was devoid of emotion. Too much so.

He met her gaze. “Jealous?”

“Of course not.”

Jesse brushed his fingers along the back of her hand. He wanted to do more, but he knew better. “You have no reason to be jealous. I’m not interested in Beth like that.”

Their eyes met and held. He didn’t break the connection as he hit the button for the garage level.

Cassie didn’t move as he continued to caress her hand and he wondered if she could feel the same tingles going up her arm as he felt going up his.

The elevator doors opened, and a rush of wind blew inside from the garage. Then, unable to resist, he took a step forward and pressed his lips ever so slightly to hers. “Saturday.”

Before he could be tempted to do more, he turned on his heel and marched out of the elevator.

CHAPTER 5

Cassie didn’t understand how a simple touch from him made her brain go haywire. The logical part of her said she needed to snap out of it. It wasn’t smart to allow a man to have so much control over her. Giving him so much power was dangerous to her heart.

But the logical part of her took a back seat whenever she was around him. She could still feel the way his fingers had brushed against the back of her hand.

It didn’t make sense. She’d been attracted to guys before, but it had never been like this. Never this intense. It was almost as if he’d put her under some sort of spell.

To make matters worse, flowers showed up for her not long after she got home from work. It was an arrangement of pink and white tulips. She’d taken one look at them and known they were from Jesse.

Nestled in between the delicate petals was a note. Cassie removed the folded paper from the tiny envelope.

Until Saturday.

Cassie hadn’t had a lot of time to process her feelings over the note and the flowers before Brie came home. She looked at the flowers, then at Cassie, and grinned. “He sent you flowers.”

Instead of responding, Cassie picked up the flowers and carried them into the kitchen. She removed them from the crystal vase they’d arrived in, changed the water out, and added the little packet of nutrients.

“Now you have to tell me everything,” Brie said.

“There’s not much to tell. We went to dinner, and he brought me home.”

“Dinner.”

After placing the flowers back in the vase, Cassie carried them into her bedroom.

Brie followed.

Cassie placed the arrangement on her dresser. She grazed her fingers along the top of the petals and was once against transported to the feel of him touching her.

“You really like him, don’t you?”

The sound of her friend’s voice pulled her out of the memory. “He wants to see me again on Saturday.”

“That’s great.”

Cassie shook her head and leaned back against the dresser to face her friend. “No. It’s not.”

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