“Not by much. Yours is a few minutes away.” She’d leave soon after; it was much easier if she was the one who had to go. She so badly wanted him to sink his mouth onto hers, as her body was beginning to awaken from its hundred year slumber.
“Yours, I can’t wait.” He told her, and she would have moved her lips to his, and accepted except for the warning bells in her head. It’s not as if they were walking. The taxi would be at his in no time. Unless…unless he already had someone over.
A lasting connection was what she really wanted.
Not a quick meaningless one-night or one-week fling.
“No,” she cried out, and moved his hand away as she turned her head to the window. “Sorry. I can’t—we can’t do this.”
She didn’t want to be a quick lay, but as much as she was willing to use Luc in the same way that he was obviously looking to use her, she knew she deserved more. Apart from the complications at work, she didn’t want him.
She deserved better.
A stunned expression hurtled across his face, but he recomposed himself quickly. “You shouldn't give out the wrong signals." Luc turned his body away from her and stared ahead coldly. “I don't understand you women," he muttered. Confused, and bitter, Tanya continued to stare out of the window, not caring what he thought or what he said.
Tomorrow would be a new day. She would rectify things tomorrow so that the two of them could continue to work together in a professional manner.