Page 62 of Forbidden You

BODI:NO.

KAYLA:Oh, come on. You can’t go wrong with cotton candy.

BODI:It’s pure sugar.

KAYLA:Exactly. PURE DELICIOUSNESS. Don’t tell me you don’t eat cotton candy at a carnival.

BODI:I don’t go to the carnival

KAYLA:For a rich motherfucker you’re seriously missing out.

BODI:I’m too busy for kid things.

KAYLA:You did not just trash the carnival. It’s the best thing there is.

BODI:It’s bad food and rides that make you puke.

KAYLA:I don’t see any issues.

KAYLA:I found a carnival not far from here.

BODI:We’re not going to the carnival.

KAYLA:Why not. It can be our second date.

BODI:We never had a first date.

KAYLA:The opinions are divided on that matter.

BODI:Get back to work, Kayla.

She bursts through the door ten seconds later, and I lean back in my chair.

“Seriously, though, what is wrong with a carnival theme?”

“I thought I told you to go back to work?” I’m doing my best to sound reprimanding, scolding. But like always, either I fail miserably, or she really doesn’t give a shit. Probably both.

She waves her hand in the air, brushing my comment away. “This is work. You told me I needed to plan a reception. That’s what I’m doing.”

Without asking, she plants her ass in the chair in front of my desk, and I exhale in surrender.

“No, you’re organizing a kids’ party.”

She rolls her eyes. “Do you have to argue with me about everything?”

“Says the brunette strutting into my office like she owns the place!” I gasp.

“I’m your assistant! Why can’t I walk into your office?” She gives me a look as if I’m talking a different language, every muscle in her face etching with defiance.

Her blue eyes are glimmering with a dare, and I press my lips together to try to ignore the fluttering feeling she seems to ignite in me.

She makes life really hard, but she also makes it so fucking fun.

I like how she challenges me, how she keeps me on my toes, and I even like it when she tries to outsmart me with her witty mouth. It’s frustrating because I can’t admit it, but every time she does, I just want to kiss her. A thought I really need to stop having.

“A normal person would knock.”

“I’m not a normal person.” She shrugs.

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