Page 62 of I Won't Be In On Monday

“I felt like you were open and willing for a kiss. Did I get it wrong?”

She stares at me for a couple of seconds and shakes her head. I like that she doesn't play games. I like that she wanted that kiss as much as I did.

“Are you hungry? Shall we go and get a bite to eat?” I take a step back. All I want to do is fuck her, but I don’t want to rush this.

“I mean, I don't know.” She blinks. “We don't have to work anymore, and I'm sure Canyon is waiting for you. Actually, where is Canyon?”

“Oh, Lila and Skye didn't tell you? They're babysitting for me tonight.”

“Oh, that's awesome. They'll love her, and she'll love them,” she says, smiling at me widely. “I’m glad to hear that you were able to find someone who's not me.”

“I mean, I think Canyon still prefers you,” I say, teasing her.

“Well, of course. I’m amazing.” She grins.

Her stomach growls slightly, and she blinks. “I guess I am kind of hungry.”

“You want to get some Chinese food or something?”

“Maybe.” She stares at me for a couple of seconds and frowns. “But I'm not going to sleep with you, if that's where you think this is going.”

“What?” I step toward her and grab her hands. “No, I didn't ask you to dinner so I could sleep with you. I'm not going to lie, though, the thought has crossed my mind.” I press my fingers against the side of her neck and run them down toward her collarbone. “You have to admit we have chemistry.”

“I don't know what we have, but I'm still your assistant, and you know...”

“I know you have your date with Marco on Sunday.”

“That's not what I was going to say. I was going to say it's not, you know, appropriate.”

“What's not appropriate?”

“For you and me to, you know.”

“To have sex?” I say softly.

“Yeah. Plus?—”

“Plus, what?”

“I’m a virgin,” she says, blinking rapidly. “And I kind of was saving myself for someone, and—” she squeaks. “Oh, I don't even want to talk about this right now.”

“You're a virgin?” I'm surprised, but not really. Something about her gave off an innocent vibe.

“Yes, and I want my first time to be really special.”

“And you don’t think being with me tonight would be special?”

“Well, not really, seeing as we've never even been on a date, and you don't—well, you know.”

“I don't, what?”

“You don’t love me or anything like that.”

“Oh, you're waiting on love?” I say. “Are you also waiting on your wedding night?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, are you hoping to give yourself to your husband and have your first time be on your honeymoon? Like something really special and romantic?” For some reason, the thought doesn't anger me, even though I know I'm never going to be the man to marry her. For some reason, I want it to be special for her. I want her to have everything she's ever dreamed of, even if I don't really want it to be with another man. The thought confuses me because I want her so badly.

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