Page 4 of Falling for the Boss's Son

Before any of them could respond, Cassie was several feet away, her back to him.

“I should probably get a refill, too. It was nice to meet you, Jesse.” Brie followed her friend.

Kaden watched his girlfriend until she’d caught up with Cassie, then he turned back to Jesse. “What was that all about?”

Jesse lifted his drink to his lips and grinned. “You know her better than I do.”

He glanced at the two women where they were huddled together at Jesse’s kitchen island. “I think you may have spooked her, man. What did you say to her?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Are you sure? She looks…nervous.”

She looked on edge, which told him their brief interaction affected her as much as it did him.

“How long have you known her?” He figured as long as Kaden was there, he might as well take the opportunity to do some research.

“Only a couple of months. She and Brie are pretty tight, though. They’ve been roommates for the last five years. Brie told me when we first met that if her friend didn’t like me, then we weren’t going to work.”

Jesse chuckled. “Had to get her friend’s approval, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Brie linked her arm with Cassie’s and led her back to where Jesse and Kaden stood by the window. She released her friend and moved to stand beside Kaden. Placing her hand on his arm, Brie leaned up and whispered something in Kaden’s ear.

His friend’s expression changed and his eyes heated. He cleared his throat. “We need to…I’ll catch up with you later.” Lacing his fingers with Brie’s, they headed down the hall toward Jesse’s bathroom. It didn’t take a genius to guess what they’d be doing in there.

Cassie stood beside him, once more clutching her glass.

“Would you like something else to drink? Wine, perhaps?” His suggestion had nothing to do with the wine. Yes, he did prefer wine over the liquor-laden punch his sister had concocted for the party, but in truth, his motivation had more to do with getting her alone.

“What?” Her hazel eyes sparkled in the lights reflecting off the glass, drawing him in.

“My sister insisted punch would be better for the party, but personally, I prefer wine.” He offered his hand, silently asking her to take it.

She hesitated for a moment, then placed her hand in his. The instant their skin connected, a rush of excitement rippled through his body again.

Ignoring the rest of his guests, Jesse led her across the room to his study. The room needed a lot of work. Most of the bookcases were still empty. The boxes full of books were still sitting in the corner, waiting to be unpacked.

He released his hold on her to close the doors behind them. The last thing he wanted was for one of the partygoers to interrupt them.

She took in the floor-to-ceiling woodwork. As much as he loved his new condo, this was his favorite room. The rest of the place was very modern, but this still had a traditional elegance with a modern flare. It was the perfect balance of old and new, and he loved it.

But his focus wasn’t on the fine woodwork or the piles of boxes begging him to unpack them. All his attention was on the beauty standing in the middle of the room with her back to him.

Her black dress hugged her ass in a way that had his hand itching to touch her again and his groin tightening. She didn’t have the exaggerated curves her friend had, but there was more than enough there to hold on to. The thought of drilling his cock into her from behind had him hard in a matter of seconds.

Knowing he had to control himself, Jesse walked to the far wall where he kept his wine collection. He selected a favorite of his and removed two glasses from the cabinet.

She came to stand beside him, watching him pour the wine. “Good thing I like red.”

He handed her a glass, then held his up for a mock toast, clinking their glasses together. “A good thing indeed.”

They ended up on the couch along the far wall. A tall window brought in the light from outside and they were able to see the city skyline, although they didn’t pay much attention to it.

Cassie twirled the stem of her wine glass between her fingers. “You grew up around here?”

“About ten miles outside of the city.” He took a sip of his wine. “What about you?”

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