Page 51 of Love Not Qualified

“I’m sorry about that.” She motioned behind her with a frown, and instinctively I looked at the table where her friends were.

The blonde girl moved her tongue in her mouth, pushing her cheek outwards as she motioned a blowjob with her hand. Before I could see the other’s reactions, a small palm covered my view.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Haelyn choked out her words, and the wind blew on us after she guided us outside. “You shouldn’t have seen that.”

I lifted a challenging brow. “What? That she suggested you give me a blowjob or the blush on your cheeks at the idea? Because both are equally entertaining.”

EIGHTEEN

HAELYN

I took a sharp intake of breath, my eyes jumping away from his face as I registered the blush creeping on my cheeks and neck. Mr. Grave’s exhale brushed my skin, warm enough to make me forget about the cold season and focus on the way my thighs squeezed together.

Did he say what I thought he said?

That he was entertained by the idea of me giving him a blowjob and by my crimson flush? The roiling in my stomach made it clear that the feeling was mutual, just the simple thought of those strong hands cascading over my body sent a shiver right between the spot between my legs.

This was wrong on so many levels. Mr. Graves was my boss and I was nothing but an employee to him, an asset if anything—though, I wouldn’t go that far—but nothing more. Unlike the other girls who worked for him, including Sara, I wasn’t working for him to get into his bed. I was doing it because, surprisingly, it was something I liked and I could see my future self pursuing this career whether it was beside him or not.

Plus, I was building a thing with Chad. A thing I came to doubt these past few days. But it was my fault, not his. I keptdreaming about my boss with open eyes while I was actively talking to him.

God, I was a bad person.

Chad was a great guy. He was open-minded, sweet, and careful, but he also never tried to take whatever was going on between us forward. He was more than okay with our chats and maybe it was my fault I didn’t make it clear that I was looking for… more.

So, fantasizing about my boss right in front of his face while I talked in a romantic manner with someone else was goddamn wrong.

My hands ran on top of each other as my teeth sank into the strawberry gum. Finding my words seemed impossible.

How could one possibly respond to what he said?

I cleared my throat, attempting to look at him, but my eyes left his face as soon as they landed on it. “I—” I tried while he stood tall in front of me.

Damn you, Merielle. I took a mental note to punish her for putting me in this position. While I’ve grown to know her so well and to get used to this side of her, I didn’t think a complete stranger like Mr. Graves could digest her jokes the way I or our friends did.

“She was just fooling around.” I gestured with a hand, rolling my eyes in forced amusement. A strangled laugh passed past my lips and finally, I succeeded in making eye contact with my boss.

His eyebrows were in a straight line, his green eyes darkening on me as he stepped closer. “So was I,” he replied, but I could almost see a reflection of us getting naked inside his pupils, his words in contrast with his mind.

The thought swirled rapid fire in my stomach, every cell of my body burning with the promise of his gaze. If eyes could talk, he would be whispering dangerous and dirty words I could only imagine.

No.

I swallowed, my traitor glance settling on his lips. “Right, because that would be so inappropriate,” I managed to croak out, unconsciously stepping back.

It wasn’t because I wanted to run away from him, but because the look in his eyes made me want to jump on him and I needed distance to make sure that didn’t happen.

Finally, I took a sharp inhale, the cold air bringing me back to my senses and giving me some clarity. This time, Mr. Graves didn’t come any closer to my proximity and kept his feet on the ground with a subtle smirk on his mouth.

He nodded, then stretched a hand toward his car. “So inappropriate.” But the way his tongue clicked shut in the middle of the sentence told me he bit down his last few words.

Was he going to apologize for the comment or was he going to spit more gas onto the fire he started? I opened my mouth to ask, but my fingernails dug into my palms, reminding me that I could not do such a thing.

My nipples pierced through the material as my back-stabbing mind formed a scenario about how things could be carried out if he’d let his thoughts speak for him. Would he have me leaned on his luxurious car with his hand buried in my pants?

No. Stop.

His gaze met mine and I held my breath when I recognized the hunger in his eyes.

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