Page 29 of Obsession

Just…yes? No other details? Not even a little hint? Not even half a story?

He inclined his head and backed into the door, his golden gaze holding mine for a moment longer before he disappeared.

I snapped out a towel and wet the corner before dabbing at my raccoon eyes. Defeated when it just made things worse, I threw out the towel and took care of business.

After I washed up, I left the bathroom.

My level of intrigue with his ink was unhealthy. Seriously, I knew this and could barely stand myself.

I went back to my little carpet picnic and cleaned up, and then I dragged myself back to my desk to finalize the spreadsheet.

My brain was shot at this point. No use trying to work any more today.

I slung my sweater over the strap of my purse. I’d need it to go outside. I knew my core temperature was a mess because I was tired and cranky.

Okay, and possibly in heat.

That was less than helpful in my current situation, but at least it explained my ridiculous—bordering on mad—reaction to Blake Carson. He was intense, smart, and stupidly attractive. It was nice to know that all my female parts were in working order.

Damn inconvenient timing, though.

I zipped up my boots and pulled out my keys to lock my drawer. I frowned at the quiet beep coming from my computer. I’d shut it down.

Blake’s door opened. He had his suit jacket back on, and his laptop case slung over one shoulder.

“I think I did something to my computer.”

He frowned and came forward. His brow smoothed when he heard the chime. “That’s just the network warning.”

My eyebrows shot up. “What’d I do now?”

His full mouth curved into a rare smile, and a dimple dented his left cheek. “Nothing.”

My belly flipped. The only time I’d seen him smile since my interview was when Jack was around. Not good for my current state. “Then why is it beeping at me?”

“I think Violet explained to you that the building locks up at two in the morning?”

“Is it that late?” I dug my phone out of my bag. “1:51? How?”

“Let’s get you to your car.”

“Yes. That sounds like a great idea.”

We rushed for the elevator. It opened right away, and we stepped into the glass box. This high up, the steel girders and floor levels showed, but as we got past the fourth floor, the world opened up.

The lobby was much darker, but a few wall sconces were still lit, giving the room a soft glow. Blake’s scent was more on the citrus side than spice tonight and made my head swim.

I played with the strap of my purse and unhooked my sweater, draping it over my arm. I slid my thumb over the buckle of my strap, then I reached to the other side. “Oh, no.”

“What?”

I looked up at him. One dark brow was raised in question.

No, Grace, no looking at him.

I dug into my bag. “Keys.”

“Please tell me you have your keys.”

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