Page 25 of Falling for the Boss's Son

Cassie blew out a breath and tried to clear her head. She had a pile of work to do and yet all she wanted was for Jesse to take her in his arms and kiss her again. The brief touch of his finger against her lips wasn’t enough.

Forcing her feet to move, she took a seat behind her desk and pulled up a blank document. She’d managed to clear her head enough to enter in the notes from her meeting and start working on the list of action items her boss had wanted when Mr. Masters’s office door opened.

She looked up from her screen, trying to prepare herself to see Jesse again. Her gaze zeroed in on him but was quickly pulled away when she realized he wasn’t alone. Blake Masters strode out of the office behind his son. The two standing next to each other in their suits was striking.

“I’ll get the official proposal to you by the end of the week,” Jesse said to his father.

Blake Masters nodded, then turned his attention to Cassie. “I’m heading out. Call my cell if anything comes up.”

“Of course.”

The two men headed toward the elevator. She couldn’t take her eyes off them. They waited for the elevator, then stepped inside. Her gaze locked with Jesse’s and the side of his mouth quirked up. She’d been caught staring again. But even still, she couldn’t look away. She held his gaze until the doors closed, removing him from view.

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Jesse strolled into his condo a little after five. He removed his jacket and tie, then rolled up his sleeves and started working on dinner.

His mother had made sure he knew how to cook. She’d insisted it would come in handy throughout his life and she hadn’t been wrong. In college, he’d been one of the few students who could cook a meal from scratch.

He wasn’t a chef, but he could hold his own in the kitchen. Tonight, he’d settled on ribeye steak, sauteed green beans, and mashed potatoes. There was a knock at the door just as he was checking to make sure the steaks were ready. He set them on the cutting board to rest and went to let Cassie in.

She stood on his doorstep in a simple black dress. The fabric hugged her body and drew his gaze to the way her chest moved up and down. She clutched her purse in front of her, clearly nervous.

“Perfect timing. Dinner’s almost ready,” he said, taking a step back, inviting her in.

He expected her to hesitate, but she didn’t. “It smells wonderful.”

Jesse closed the door and went back to the kitchen. “I hope you like steak.”

Cassie smiled and took a seat at his island. “I love steak.”

He drained the potatoes and threw them in his mixer along with salt, pepper, butter, and some milk. Once that was mixing, he gave the green beans a final toss before removing them from the heat.

“You know your way around a kitchen.”

He glanced at her before checking on the potatoes. “Does that help my chances?”

Cassie smiled. “Maybe a little.”

Jesse chuckled. “I like an honest woman.”

Satisfied the potatoes were ready, he plated their dinner, then carried it to the dining room table. Cassie followed. He laid the plates on the table, one across from the other, before pulling out a chair for her.

He made sure she was settled, then went to get the iced tea he’d picked up from the store. As much as he’d loved to dip into his wine collection, he wanted them both levelheaded and completely sobber tonight.

Cassie waited for him to take his seat. “Thank you for dinner.”

Jesse picked up his fork and nodded for her to do the same. “You’re welcome.”

They each cut into their steaks and he watched as she took her first bite. She closed her eyes as the steak hit her tongue and his mind went to a certain body part of his he’d like to have those lips wrapped around. Then she hummed and the sound went straight to his cock.

He hadn’t planned for tonight to be about sex, but his libido was having other ideas. It had been a while. He hadn’t been with anyone since he’d been home.

Her gaze met his and darkened. He knew she felt the same pull he did, but he also didn’t want her to do something she didn’t want to do. “I like you, Cassie. I think you know that.”

She looked away. “I like you, too.”

“Do you like me enough to risk things going wrong somewhere down the line?”

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