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It was on the tip of my tongue to deny it, but why? I was pissed she’d shown up here with that man. Why was she dragging it out? It was clear there was no chemistry there. If there was, she wouldn’t have kissed me back yesterday.

But I had no room to be pissed. Elise wasn’t mine, nor would she ever be.

“You’re right. I was doing that, which means I shouldn’t be here with you.” A sense of honor finally came over me and I let her go. “You might think I’m a bad man, and maybe I am, but I would never be bad to you.”

As I backed away from her, she pulled herself off the wall and smoothed her palms down her hips. “Weston…”

I jerked my chin toward the mouth of the hall, dismissing her. “Go back to your boyfriend. I don’t have time for this.”

She flinched at my caustic tone but didn’t hesitate more than two heartbeats before scrambling away from me back into the bar, leaving a subtle cloud of her sweet, floral fragrance.

I finally got my head on straight.

I was being stupid, making thoughtless choices that would only end in disaster. That wasn’t me, and it wouldn’t continue.

Tomorrow, I’d set us both straight.

Chapter Fourteen

Elise

NoPost-itswereonmy desk this morning.

Not that I’d expected any.

Kissing Weston had probably screwed up our chances of having a light, fun friendship like we used to. In my mind, I wanted to put the blame on him, but it was just as much my fault. Last night, when he had me pinned against the wall in the bar, I could have left. He hadn’t been holding me captive.

Despite the fact that anyone could have seen us like that, including my date and my brother, those dangers hadn’t crossed my mind until later. It had been all Weston’s tongue on my skin, his dick prodding my belly, his body looming over mine. For those breathless moments, he had consumed me.

In the cold light of day, I understood how careless I’d been.

This wasWeston. My boss. Elliot’s best friend. Nothing like that could happen again.

As soon as I turned on my computer, I logged into my email. There at the top was one from Weston Aldrich, CEO.

To:[email protected]

From:[email protected]

Dear Elise,

Please see me in my office at 9:30 this morning.

Thank you.

Cordially,

Weston

I groaned, cupping my face in my hands. I had fifteen minutes to ruminate and fret over this. It could be nothing. Our trip to California was coming up. Perhaps that was what he wanted to discuss. I hoped it was and we could get back to our professional relationship.

Please, please,pleaselet this not be about the kissing. That was the last thing I wanted to talk about.

“What’s wrong, Lisie?”

I looked up, finding Miles perched in his favorite spot on the edge of my desk.

“Headache,” I answered. It wasn’t untrue. It was his brother who was driving the ice pick into my head.

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