Page 31 of Finding Out

His black boot hardly moved in response. And I wanted to punch him.

Professional, Wren.

“Of course.” I forced myself to meet the eye of the man still glaring at me. “You have my number and my email. Feel free to reach out with whatever you need.”

His jaw tightened in response.

What the hell was this guy’s problem?

I turned and headed for the door, only pausing for a moment when my shaky hand landed on the knob. I was fine. I just needed to move on.

Once I’d shuffled out and hurried down the hall to the safety of my office, I forced slow breaths in and out. I was not upset. I was not upset. So why the fuck did I feel like I might cry?

Fuck that. I didn’t cry.

With my door shut behind me, I collapsed into my chair and dropped my head in my hands, willing myself to get back to a place of indifference. A soft click had me dropping my hands.

My breath caught at the sight of Tom pushing the door closed and stalking toward the desk.

His bright blue eyes locked on me, and my stomach somersaulted.

My heart wanted to jump up and down and do the happy dance. God, I was an idiot.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he rested a hip against my desk beside me, smelling like spearmint and spice and everything I craved.

“Bringing you the file you asked for.” Brow arched, he passed me a thick brown folder.

“It’s not on the drive?” We kept all our work on a shared drive. Some folders were password protected, but we kept all our information in one location.

He shook his head. “I refuse to keep my information so easily accessible.”

I huffed. “And Erin doesn’t care.” It wasn’t a question.

“She knows I’m difficult.” Shrugging, he let out a chuckle. “But I’m also rich.”

Normally I found our back-and-forth gripping, but I wasn’t in the mood. “I’ll go through the file.” Attention on my computer, I straightened. “Just leave it on the desk.”

Rather than leave, he scooted an inch or so closer. At the movement, I peered up and found him smiling at me. The damn man never smiled, so why was he so freaking happy right now?

“You’re cute this way.” He dropped the file onto my desk and leaned closer.

“What way?”

“Jealous.” A dimple I’d never seen before popped on his cheek.

Hackles rising, I glowered at him. “I don’t know why you would think?—”

He held a finger against my lips and lowered so our faces were just inches apart.

Though we were close, I kept my gaze downcast.

“She dated my best friend for six years. We’re close, but she and I could never be a thing.”

My stomach tumbled. And finally, I met his eyes. They were bright and dancing with humor. He dropped his finger from my mouth.

“So kiss me, baby girl,” he said, lowering his finger. “Because you’re all I’ve thought about in days.”

My chest exploded, and my heart took off in a sprint.

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