Page 14 of Unforeseen Love

Quinn: But didn’t you say he was a good-looking arsehole?

I throw my head back and peer at the ceiling. Of course, that's what she’d remember from the rant of messages I’ve sent her since his arrival.

Me: Totally missing the point.

I’m intermittently bombarded with GIFs of half-naked men, and I can’t help the blush that coats my cheeks.

My alarm beeps from my computer, and I glance up. It's my ten-minute warning for the impromptu meeting with Theo.

Me: Not helping. I’ve got to go. I have a meeting with him in ten.

Her reply is instant.

Quinn: Oh, is it just the two of you? *winky face, aubergine*

I actually laugh at that. Trust her to try and turn it into something it’s not.

Me: Ha, ha, very funny x

Plugging my phone on charge, I grab my laptop and my mug. There is no way I’m going in there without armour, and this girl needs coffee.

When I enter the kitchen, he’s already in there, finishing off making himself a drink. He turns to see me and lifts his mug to his lips, his eyes peering at me over the rim, no doubt waiting for my reaction over the words printed on it––‘This is what an awesome funeral director looks like.’

Honestly, I have no words. How many of those does he have? I try to ignore him as I make my coffee.

Once I’m done, he holds out his hand for me to exit the door first. I roll my eyes, laptop under my arm, but just as I pass him, my feet fail me. I tense, ready to fall to my demise, and I know I’ll either have to drop my coffee or my laptop.

Before I need to consider the outcome, a strong-arm wraps around my stomach from behind, pulling me against a hard chest.

Coffee spills over the rim of my mug, but thankfully, not the entire contents, and my laptop survives to see another day.

My heart is thumping a mile a minute from my near miss, but then when I feel something hard poking in my lower back, I gasp, the sound like a megaphone.

Is that his?

Oh my God.

I lurch forward out of his hold, but more coffee spills over the rim of my mug and hand.

Without a word, Theo reaches over my shoulder, and I’m surrounded by a woodsy aromatic and slightly citrus scent as he takes the mug from my hand. Grabbing some kitchen towels, he passes some for me and cleans up the spill on the cup.

“Hmm, thanks,” I say, still trying to process the feel of his erection pressing against my spine. I clear my throat, knowing my face is probably giving away my embarrassment and is the colour of crimson.

I hold out my hand for my coffee, but instead of handing it back, he shakes his head, cocking his eyebrow in challenge. I turn around and head to his office with a resigned huff, and thankfully, this time without incident.

ChapterTen

Theo

Fuck me, of all the times my dick had to betray me, it had to go there while I was trying to help her from falling arse over tit. I should have just let her fall.

I’m glad when we’re in my office, and I’m sitting behind my desk.

No sooner is Sienna opening her laptop, my mobile starts ringing, and before I even look at the screen, I’m ninety-nine percent certain it's Orla. I send her to voicemail, but within seconds, it's ringing again.

I have three options: send her to voicemail again, switch off my phone, or answer and hope it appeases her enough not to start calling my work phone.

“Do you need to get that?” Sienna asks.

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