Page 73 of If You Give a CEO a Chance

“Twenty-four hours ago, you couldn’t stand me and were probably plotting your next prank,” I speak slowly, willing my voice to remain steady.

He doesn’t move, forcing me to tilt my head to look at him.

“Who says I’ve stopped?” He leans in, his mouth grazing my ear, sending a ripple of heat across my skin. “Just because our kiss is all I can think about, doesn’t mean my usual antics are on hold.” His tone playful.

“Good to know I’m still keeping you on your toes.” There’s a hunger in his gaze, as if he’s devouring every inch of me with his eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I whisper.

“Like what?” He trails his hand down my cheek, his touch lingering as he twirls a strand of my hair around his fingertip.

“Like you’re starving, and I’m the only thing on the menu.”

“I’m curious if our next kiss will be as intense as the last one,” he admits without shame, his eyes locking on my mouth.

I shake my head. “There won’t be a next time.”

“Oh really? And why is that?”

“Have you forgotten the past month? Obviously, we’re not compatible.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, trouble,” Harrison tells me. “We might have misjudged each other, but if memory serves me right, we had one hell of a connection ten years ago, and let’s not forget how great the sex was,” he adds with a wistful smile.

My gaze falls to his mouth as his tongue glides along his lower lip, annoyance creeping in since I can’t seem to control my reaction to him. “Physical attraction only goes so far. We can’t even go five minutes without arguing.”

“That means the makeup sex will be explosive,” he says with a smug grin. “Like they say, all is fair in love and war, baby.”

The term of endearment is nearly my undoing, but I force my lips into a neutral line, swallowing the warmth rising in my chest. The last thing I want right now is to feed his ego into thinking I’m falling for his charms. But damn, his smile makes it hard to pretend.

“I’m not your baby.”

Harrison runs a finger along my arm, an electric thrill shooting through me, leaving my skin covered in goose bumps.

“Not yet,” he says it like it’s a promise of what’s to come.

There are countless reasons why I should walk out of this room, but the main one is that he has the ability to shatter me completely if I let him—body and soul. Yet, as he stands mere inches from me, I can’t help but wish he’d draw me against him and kiss me with everything he’s got.

My hand betrays me, settling over Harrison’s, which is now resting on my hip. I exhale deeply as I move my hand to the hem of his sweats, my thumb tracing under his shirt to the heated skin above his V-line. A deep growl rumbles from him, his eyes igniting with raw intensity.

I wet my lips, tilting my chin to meet his piercing gaze. He lowers his head, his mouth inches from mine, when the sound of shattering glass from the living room interrupts us. Harrison draws me into his arms, shielding me from whatever caused the noise.

“What the hell was that?” he asks.

I sigh deeply into his chest. “Probably Cat knocking the flowers off the table.”

That’s what I get for letting him out of my bathroom.

I go to move, but Harrison tugs me closer.

“I’ll handle it.”

“You will?” I ask, surprised. “Why?”

He shakes his head. “I’m going to clean up the glass, so neither of you gets hurt. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your aversion to shoes.” He gestures to my fuzzy socks.

Without giving me a chance to respond, he releases me and grabs a roll of paper towels off the counter and a broom from the pantry. He heads into the dining room to assess the damage.

My head is spinning, struggling to grasp how quickly things have shifted. Just yesterday, Harrison and I were at odds,constantly butting heads, and now that tension has shifted into something much more intense—pure, undeniable lust.

During our weekend together, he was practically a stranger, and still, I felt a strong connection with him. However, this time, if things go further, there’s a real chance I’ll have to confront the feelings I’ve left buried for the past ten years, and that terrifies me beyond belief. Now that he’s showing his thoughtful and caring side again, it’s a reminder that I don’t actually hate him and why I was intrigued by him from the start.

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