Page 5 of Chosen By Love

Brett squeezed my waist slightly before pulling away and glancing down into my face. A small grin flitted against his sexy lips.

“Yes,” I replied with a nod.

“Let me have a few words with the event planner. Meet me out front. My driver is already waiting,” he said before walking away.

I turned and made my way out the building. What had I done with agreeing to share a ride with my boss in my condition? I was asking for trouble, but somehow, I couldn’t find it in me to regret my decision. Not one iota.

The ride to my apartment passed too quick. Brett kept the conversation for the short twenty-minute drive going, asking me questions on my likes and dislikes. He knew I loved chocolate ice cream, and I mostly ate it in great supply when I was worried about something. I even told him I was a big romance junkie, and that I wasn’t a great exercise enthusiast even though I should be to combat my chunkiness.

I couldn’t help but to smile from the inside out when Brett said that I was beautiful all over. He told me that he loved sports, and even picked up a game of basketball with his friends whenever he had the spare time. Otherwise, he kept in shape in his home gym since that was the most convenient option for him because of his work schedule.

“So this is you?” Brett asked when the driver stopped outside my brown, brick two-bedroom home.

“Yes,” I nodded, hating that our time together was ending this soon. The twin spotlights lit a path to my front door from the curb where we parked.

My house was on the small size but it was located in a peaceful, quaint neighborhood just outside of Atlanta Georgia. The one floor, carpeted home was comfortable, and just the right size for a single woman living alone.

The plus side was that my parents only lived about thirty minutes away. I could visit them or they could visit me anytime they wanted. We had dinner together at least once a week, and I looked forward to mom’s cooking. In my book, she was the greatest cook in the world.

“Stay put Hendricks,” Brett told his driver when he started from the vehicle.

The driver nodded and turned to give me a friendly smile.

“Have a good night, Miss Woods.”

“Thank you for the ride home and you have a good night too,” I replied as Brett opened the door. I slid across the seat and exited.

Hendricks nodded and faced front once again.

“Thank you also,” I replied as Brett placed his hand at the small of my back and walked me up the short walkway to my front door.

“No problem. You have a charming home,” Brett said.

“Thank you,” I smiled because I really did adore my little house.

“Rebecca,” Brett stopped me when I lifted my key from my handbag, just as I got ready to insert it in the door.

“What?” I asked, turning to face him under the porch’s light.

I gasped when I glanced up into my handsome boss’ face. The smothering look in his eyes caused my heart to beat erratically against my chest.

“I’m going to do something to you that I have wanted to do for a long time.”

“What’s that?” I asked so softly I’m surprised he heard me.

“I’m going to kiss you. If you don’t want that to happen, stop me now,” he warned as he drew closer.

“Do it,” I surprised myself by not hesitating. Instead, I wish so hard that he hurries. I wanted to confess that I was drawn to him from the moment I was hired and introduced to him as his assistant. My long-time crush had developed into a full-blown need.

Brett placed a finger under my chin as his warm lips met mine. “Open for me,” he muttered against my lips. My mouth opened and his tongue slipped inside. I let out a shallow breath of pleasure when our tongues began to tangle and explore.

Brett’s hands slid up to cup my face as the kiss went from gentle to intense and fiery. My hands worked their way up and around his neck.

Suddenly, Brett ended the kiss. “Thank you for making my dream come true,” he said, putting a little space between us. “I want to take you out to dinner on Saturday night.”

“Okay,” I nodded and smiled. Saturday night was tomorrow night. I silently rejoiced that he wanted to take me out on a date this weekend.

“Does seven o’clock work for you?”

I nodded my agreement once again.

“Goodnight Rebecca,” Brett reached for the key in my hand, and opened the door for me. He placed the key in my hand before urging me inside.

Speechless, I stepped inside and closed and locked the door behind me before setting the alarm.

I felt as if I was floating on air. The truth was that I was a thirty-one-year-old, and I craved my boss with a passion. I smiled because it seemed my boss desired me too.

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