Page 15 of Forbidden You

I’m not religious but God, give me strength, because she has that look in her eyes that screams all the trouble I enjoy way too much.

“No, she didn’t lie.” I quickly stride forward, closing the distance between us while tucking my phone back into my pocket. “I told her you could work here.”

Her smile slides back in place. It’s a smile that lights up the room. A smile that has the ability to make the clouds disappear on a bad day and make you forget all about your sorrows. And that scent. It’s a mix between honey, bergamot and I don’t know. Something sweet and fucking addictive.

“Oh, so youwereexpecting me?”

When I get closer, another whiff of some floral aroma attacks my nose, making it hard for me to respond with words.

“Rae called meyesterday,” I explain with a brooding tone as I try to clear the fog in my head.

“Right.” She drags the word out, as if she’s not following.

Trust me, babe. Neither am I.

I sigh, my shoulders slumping and my head tilting toward her as I give her a critical look.

Why does she have to be so fucking pretty?

“I was thinking next week, next month, or something like, we’ll work out the details later. I wasn’t expecting you to be standing in my office with a suitcase first thing in the morning. When did you get to Atlanta, anyway?”

“This morning. First flight at five am.” When she notices my eyes growing wide, she shrugs her shoulders. “What? I had to leave those two. They were sucking face every single minute they were home. It was disgusting.”

She pulls a face, and a chuckle leaves my lips. I remember being on the road with them. The sexual tension was fucking intense. It doesn’t surprise me they live it out behind closed doors.

“Do they even know you’re here?”

“I left a note.” There is a carelessness in her voice that both annoys me and amuses me, loving how she still sees the world at nineteen.

Jason is gonna have a field day with this one when he finds out.

Last night, the bastard made it a sport to tell me I was fucked with each shot he brought to his lips. I fired back by telling him he was simping on his brother’s girlfriend, but two shots in and the bastard didn’t even deny it anymore.

Sucked the fun out of it, and he just doubled down on my misery for the rest of the night.

My eyes rake down her body, taking her in with a feeling of lust that has me forgetting I’m at work. She’s wearing a white shirt with high-waist jeans that bring out the swells of her hips. Her V-neck gives me a slight glance of her cleavage, reminding me of how perfectly her breasts fit in the palm of my hand. When I move my gaze up, she’s blinking at me, amused, a smile tugging on the corner of her pink lips.

I want to know if she still tastes like peaches by pushing my mouth on hers.

I want to kiss her senseless.

And she fucking knows it.

The sound of the elevator door snaps me out of my carnal thoughts, and I turn around as Agnes strolls in. “Good morning, sir.”

“Morning,” I mumble when I twist my body back to Kayla. She’s standing there, awkwardly glancing at Agnes while the woman moves behind her desk.

When Agnes notices the suitcase next to her, she gives me a confused expression before she offers Kayla a comforting smile, no judgment, like the classy woman she is.

“Who’s this?”

“This is Kayla.” I brace myself for the judging frown I’ve grown familiar with from my office manager. She rarely speaks out, but she’s a master at giving me looks that make me feel like shit whenever there is another girl walking in here, thinking they are my girlfriend. To be honest, there have been a few in the past few months, so I can’t blame her suspicion.

“She’s my new PA.”

She’s troubleis what I should’ve said.

Her mouth forms an O as she nods, then presses her lips together, though I can see the grin that’s dying to come out. “I didn’t know you needed a PA.”

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