Page 65 of Forbidden You

I take one final step, grabbing the side of his shirt while standing as close as possible without our bodies touching. “But what if I want you to touch me?”

“If I touch you now, we won’t be going to the party,” he rumbles, both amused and annoyed. I tick him off, I know I do. But I can’t help wondering if it’s me who frustrates him, or if it’s his own indecisive mind.

“Would that be so bad?”

“It’s my company. I’m theboss.” He emphasizes the last word, trying to make me acknowledge the reality of our relationship. Seems like a futile effort by now, if you ask me.

“And?” I taunt, fluttering my lashes.

“And I need to make an appearance.”

I hold his gaze, a smile sitting on my lips. If I press my lips to his right now, I know he will cower. I know I can strip him naked and he’ll remember exactly why we should give in to our burning chemistry, but I want him to come to me. I want to taunt him until he can’t take it anymore and throws me against a wall without any restraint.

I want him to confirm this isn’t all just in my head.

“Fine.” I take a step back, and his eyebrows move to his hairline in surprise before they fall with disappointment, proving my point.

I shoot him a teasing smile, making an effort to get to the front door, when he grabs my wrist in a tight grip.

“Wait.”

I look at his confused gaze, his lips parting while I wait for the words to roll off his tongue. Victory settles inside of me, knowing he’s struggling inside, dying to give in to me.

“What?” I question, innocently, when the silence continues.

He exhales loudly with a big frown, the frustration dripping from his face.

“No drinking tonight,” he finally grunts.

Surprised, I let out a snicker, knowing he’s using it as a cop-out. “Fine.”

He lets go of my wrist and my feet stroll toward the front door before I turn back around with my hand on the doorknob.

He’s still standing there, his hands pressed on the edge of the counter, watching my every move with a pained expression.

“Are you coming?” I gleam.

He nods silently before he saunters towards me with a slight glare.

This is going to be a fun night. I can feel it.

Our eyes stay locked with every move he makes until our connection is interrupted by the sound of his phone, and he pulls it out of his pocket with a sigh, rubbing his face in frustration before he answers.

“Yes?”

Within seconds, the features on his face grow with worry, and I wait with a rush of nerves.

“I understand. I’ll be right there.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask when he hangs up the phone.

“It’s my dad. He’s having another fit. I have to stop by. I’ll drop you at the party first.” His hand lands on the small of my back, guiding me out the door, all back to business and whatever sexual chemistry was solidifying between us evaporates.

“What? No! I’ll come with you.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to. I can drop you off on my way over there.” He looks a bit troubled, clearly not wanting to be a burden, but when I smile, there’s a hint of hope in his gaze.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Bodi. Let’s go.” I ignore the grateful expression he shoots me as I strut to the elevator, and he closes up behind me.

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