Page 7 of Falling for the Boss's Son

She didn’t want to be rude, so she turned to face him. He was right there, and she could feel the same pull toward him as she had at the party.

He lifted his hand as if to touch her but closed his fist instead before lowering it back to his side. “I didn’t realize you worked for my dad.”

It took a moment for what he said to sink in. “Your dad?” She swallowed. “You’re Mr. Masters’s son?”

The right side of Jesse’s mouth pulled up into a half smile. “I am.”

“You’re going to be taking over as head of accounting.”

It was a statement rather than a question, but he answered it anyway. “Yes.”

He was going to be working in management, which meant she’d be seeing him, interacting with him on a regular basis.

Heat flooded her cheeks as she remembered some of her dreams about him over the last two nights. Her very inappropriate dreams.

“You’re very cute when you blush.”

That, of course, only made her cheeks heat more. How was she supposed to be around him when she’d imagined him naked? Naked and doing all sorts of nasty, wonderful things to her body.

Then she remembered she’d agreed to give him a tour of the building and she started to hyperventilate.

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Jesse had been enjoying her discomfort at seeing him again until she began gasping for breath. He took hold of her shoulders and guided her to her chair. “Put your head down.”

She did as instructed, resting her chest on her thighs as she continued to hyperventilate.

Kneeling beside her, he ran a hand along her back. “Slow, deep breaths. Breathe in. Breathe out.”

Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, and she sat up. Her face was flushed and some of her hair had come loose from the clip that had been holding it back.

She licked her lips, drawing his gaze to her mouth. He wanted to kiss her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” She averted her eyes, glancing around.

He followed her gaze, but they were alone. Most of the executive floor had gone to lunch.

That thought brought all the wicked ideas he’d had to the surface, but he pushed them to the side. “Want to tell me what that was all about?”

She shook her head. “Not really.”

The last time he’d had the urge to touch her, he’d held back. This time, he didn’t. Cupping the side of her face, he turned her to look at him. “I tried to find you again Friday night, but every time I’d spot you across the room, you’d disappear.”

“I’m sorry.”

His thumb caressed her cheek as he held her gaze. “What are you sorry about?”

“This isn’t a good idea.”

He didn’t have to ask her what she was talking about. “I think it’s an excellent idea.” Granted, the fact they’d be working for his father did make things a bit more complicated. “And that still doesn’t explain why you ran away from me the other night. I thought we were enjoying ourselves.”

“We were.” She tried to look away again, but he wouldn’t let her. “I was.”

“Then why?” He brushed his thumb over her tempting lips. It was taking everything in him not to kiss her. “I want to understand.”

Her eyes fluttered closed. “I don’t have the best track record with men and you’re my boss’s son.”

“You didn’t know that Friday night.”

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