Go find her, Jake .
Now I was here, less than five minutes away from her apartment. I'd even managed to find a parking spot just down the street. It was like fate was smiling on me .
Either that, or teasing me .
What was I supposed to do? Go up there and say, Hey, I couldn't concentrate on my client because I was thinking about you .
"What in the hell am I even doing here ?"
I didn't know .
But one thing was certain .
I wasn't leaving .
Sliding out of my car, I reached up and undid the top two buttons on the tuxedo shirt, leaving the bow tie hanging loose around my neck. I dropped my keys in the pocket and blew out a breath .
What was I going to do if I went up there and found her with a guy ?
She said she didn't have a boyfriend, and I believed her. But not having a boyfriend and not dating were two different things. Yet somehow, I didn't think she was dating either .
I was just procrastinating, because I knew what I was going to find. Her alone. Her, tucked into her pajamas, maybe reading a book .
Her...vulnerable .
And I wasn't going to give a flying fuck. I was going to put my hands on her anyway .
Shoving away from the car, I started to walk .