Page 42 of Forbidden You

“Thank you,” I purr, my lashes fluttering, causing his head to wag. “So, how was your meeting this morning?” My eyebrows waggle.

“What meeting?” He pops a fry into his mouth, then leans back on the couch with the container of French fries in his lap.

“The one that made me walk to the office this morning.”

“Ah, that one. You really can’t let it go, can you?” He smirks, and I keep a straight face in reply. “It was good.”

“Yeah? How good?”

“Pretty good.”

“So you would say it was a success?” I push, bringing an entertained glint to flash in his eyes. What the fuck is such a big secret?

“You can put it like that.”

“But you’re not going to tell me?”

“Are you going to tell me why you’re not at Stanford right now?”

Touche.

“No,” I snort. His eyes narrow in suspicion, his jaw ticking.

“You’re such a curious little thing,” he muses as he continues eating.

I shrug, taking another bite from my burger before I reply. “Maybe.”

“I bet there is this burning desire that just makes you want to scream because you have no clue.”

“There is, but that seems to be your specialty. Making meburnwith desire.” Our gazes stay locked, and the tension rises at my suggestive remark.

“What do you mean, Kayla?” His expression darkens.

“You know exactly what I mean.” My tongue darts out, licking my lips as I never divert my attention. “But I don’t mind showing you.”

It would be wise to shove this version of me back in her cage, but you know what?Fuck it.Let’s see how long he can keep this up, because I’m ready to cave.

He clears his throat, shifting on the couch while closing his eyes for a moment. I witness how the muscles in his body tense, and I rein in my smile. When he opens them again, he gives me a stern look that only makes that smile take over.

“Kayla.”

“Just putting it out there,” I say, then put my focus back on the TV to give him a moment to regroup while the giddy feeling inside of me continues to grow bigger within seconds. I finish my burger with my eyes set on the screen even though I’m not following a word they are saying while Bodi does the same. When he sets his empty container on the table, he leans his elbows on his knees.

“What are you watching?” He frowns, though his body is a little more relaxed than it was.Steel. This man is made of steel.

I hold back a laugh, my point of his lack of focus by the fact that he’s only now asking what I’m watching, even though he’s been staring at the TV for minutes.

“Love Is Blind.”

I throw the leftover paper back in the bag, my eyes never leaving Bodi’s.

“You watch that shit?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. McKay,” I mock. “Doesn’t this meet your standard?”

“It’s dumb people, in a dumb show, to get their three minutes of fame. Definitely doesn’t meet my standard.”

“Mr. McKay, sooo condescending,” I tease. “What do you wanna watch, then?”

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