Page 38 of Forbidden You

Those rules we agreed upon are bullshit, because one thing is fucking clear.

Bodi wants me just as much as I want him.

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Is he maybe seeing someone?

At eight in the morning? No, probably not.

Maybe he secretly is doing hot yoga and he doesn’t want me to crash his course?

Walking down the street of Atlanta, I enjoy the February sun warming my face. Our daily car rides to the office have been a good way to start my day, but he told me this weekend that I will have to find my own way to work every Wednesday morning, so now I’m marching through the city at a comfortable pace.

I’m not a natural walker, but I’m appreciating the twenty-minutes to wake up and take in the city while I think about what Bodi could possibly be doing at this hour.

He’s been really cryptic about it and my curiosity is killing me, making it my mission to find out what it is. It’s clearly not work-related or it wouldn’t be a secret and I’ve wondered if he was an alcoholic out loud, but I took his silent scowl as a no.

Right now, I’m torn between yoga and fight club, but that could also be the fact that I like to imagine him all sweaty with messy hair.

Head. Gutter. Out.

Or maybe there is some special edition sneaker launch, and he wants to be first in the queue, because let me tell you something; the man is obsessed with sneakers.

He won’t let me peek into his closet, mumbling something about me not allowed in his bedroom when I asked, but so far he’s been wearing a different set of shoes every single day.

The memory puts a smile on my cheeks, thinking about how I seem to tick him off. My daily flirts are starting to make him go crazy, fueling my motivation. He rarely replies, just growls, but he always answers them with an undeniably amused look and, well, it’s too fun to stop.

He can pretend our chemistry died over the winter, but I’m not going to pretend I don’t feel just as excited about him as I did when we met last summer.

I want him.

Badly.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pick up, my eyes flashing over the screen.

“Morning, cuz.”

“So,” Rae starts with a giddy voice, “is it amazing?”

“Are we talking about Bodi’s dick or the job?”

“Jesus, Keeks. You already slept with him?”

“No.” I laugh, pleased she’s falling for my trap until I realize what she’s saying. “What do you meanalready? You don’t think I can keep it professional?”

I roll my eyes at my own comment, because we all know I won’t if it would be up to me. I’m genuinely confusing myself at this point.

“Oh, please. You wanna tell me you haven’t tried to get into his pants yet?”

“I haven’t!” I screech, a little offended. Not at full speed anyway.

“You haven’t flirted with him?” Her tone reveals her disbelief, and I can’t help the playful grin tugging at the corner of my lip.

“Puh-lease!” I pause. “Every fucking day. The man is too responsible for his own good.”

Her laughter reverberates through the phone. “You’re torturing him, aren’t you?”

“As much as I can. I mean, I get we can’t go bunny hopping on his desk, but I’m freaking staying in his guestroom. I don’t see why we can’t get it on in my bed. He can even strut out of there when it’s time for bed for all I care.”

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