Page 45 of Forbidden You

Amusement reaches my pursed lips as I wait for her to run into the elevator. Right before they close, her hand pops in, opening them again, and I meet her glaring eyes. They are bright as always, blue like dusk, sparkles glittering like stars, yet laced with a hostile look that makes her even more fierce.

She brings her hands up, slightly adjusting her lengthy strands. With a straight spine, she strolls in to stand beside me, and I do my best to suppress the laughter that wants to fall from my lips.

This is killing her.

I could tell her we’re going to lunch. That it’s nothing special but that I want to get out of the office and I want to do it with her. But having her squirm from curiosity is so much more fun. Especially after the taunting games she’s playing with me.

The little minx.

We descend, and she puts the handle of her cross-body bag over her head before letting it rest on her shoulder.

“So, where are we going?” Her head tilts to the side to look at me. “To meet an investor? A new author you want to sign? Oh!” she squeals. “A new author who wants to switch publishers? Is that it? Do we have a secret meeting with someone?” I can see her eyebrows wiggle from the corner of my eye, a smile tugging on my cheeks.

“You hate this, don’t you?” I ask.

“Which part? The part where you are being an asshole?” She smiles widely.

“I’m your boss,” I snicker. “You can’t say shit like that.”

“Maybe not around the office, but when I have you for myself… I ain’t holding back, McKay.”

The thought of having her to myself makes my light mood disappear, wanting nothing more than to do everythingher bossshouldn’t do with her. My head slowly turns, my eyes darkening. “No shit.”

I watch her smile drop as she swallows, peering up at me. The tension in the small area rises while my chest slowly moves up and down, every fiber in my body wanting to slam her against the wall and cage her in with my arms around her waist. But instead, I ignore my aching hands until the doors open again.

I never knew I had this much fucking willpower.

“Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” she calls out behind me.

“Lunch.”

She stomps behind me like a small pony, huffing, a smile creeping onto my face again. “Pfft, are you serious?”

“All that testosterone because we’re going to lunch?” she hisses, catching up with me. “You don’t have to make this so hard, you know. We can work together and still have sex.”

Crashing to a halt, she almost bumps into me while I glare at her from under my sunglasses. “You really need to learn when to shut up.”

Her eyes roll to the back of her head, but not before she scans our surroundings. “Oh, whatever.”

“You’re going to get us both in trouble if you don’t shut your mouth.”

“We alreadyarein trouble, Bodi. You’re just in fucking denial. Where are we going,boss?”

Amused, I shake my head, really having no clue what to do with her.

She’s right, though. This whole situation is one fucking disaster, and as much as I’m dying to find her a different apartment and a different job while I’m at it, I’m in too deep to even have the fucking willpower to actually make it happen.

Her bluntness acts as refreshing as a cool glass of sweet tea on a hot summer’s day. Fucking irresistible, if you ask me.

“A bistro a few blocks from here.”

Mocking, she points her hand forward, almost doing a curtsy that has me snorting.

“Lead the way.”

Her hair. It sparkles under the sun that’s shining through the window. It looks voluminous, like in one of those shampoo commercials; silky, perfectly styled, and dying to be touched. Her pink lips wrap around the straw that sits in her sweet tea, her bright blue eyes giving me an innocent expression even though she knows exactly what she’s doing.

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