Page 38 of All That She Needs

"I can't think if you're this close to me." I whispered.

"Good." He whispered back.

"We can be seen from the outside. You know, almost half of my office wall is glass."

"I don't care." His eyes drifted down to my lips.

"Liam," I sighed. I had been sighing too much today.

"Asha,"

"Not yet." I breathed.

His face immediately brightened, and I swore I could see he was trying hard to hold himself back from jumping over to me. "Yet?" He grinned so wide; the dip of that dimple probably could make a coin disappear. "You mean, you'll let me try?"

I rolled my eyes. "As if I can stop you."

"No, you can't." He shook his head. That grin never left his face. "But I thought you were going to fight me at every opportunity."

My heart softened, because even with that knowledge, he was still determined to do it. "This still means nothing, Liam. It just means that we'll continue what we did before. Having lunch together. Or dinner. Probably, we can call or text when we're not in the office."

He scrunched his forehead. "That's so boring."

"You can consider those lunches as dates." I offered.

"Toss in a kiss or two a day, and we have a deal." He bargained.

That made me chuckle. "You're impossible."

"I'm a wonderful kisser, you know."

My eyes taking in his perfect lips, his perfect eyes, his perfect face. "I can imagine."

"My kiss can make your day. I guarantee you'll be happy afterward."

"Can you even be serious for one minute?" I laughed.

"I'm a bit unhinged if you noticed." His voice turned soft. His gorgeous eyes went even softer. "All because of you."

"You're saying I'm to blame?" I mumbled. Why was I mumbling? It was like I couldn't even talk and breathe at the same time. And I couldn't deny that I wanted to kiss him, too. Oh, my God. I hadn't even divorced yet; my ex-husband wasn't even an ex, and I already wanted to kiss this guy.

What did that make me?

"What are you thinking?" He asked. "You've been staring at my mouth while you're thinking about something."

Shit. Was I?

"If you could just move back a bit..." I told him, as I still couldn't move when he was gripping my chair so tight. "So that my brain can work properly again."

He chuckled. "That only makes me want to lean closer to you."

"I still have some work to do."

His eyes widened. "Are you kicking me out, Asha?"

"Yes." I cleared my throat. The tension was getting too much for me. "Yes, I am."

"I'm hurt." He pouted.

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