Page 42 of Leo

The times they had spent with each other, the intense passion had fooled into thinking he was near to his goal. He had humiliated himself and was damned if she was going to do that to him again.

He was going to end the arrangement and hand over her inheritance to his lawyers. He could not bear the idea of being with her and not having her full commitment. He was through! He stiffened at the knock on the door.

His fingers tightened on the folder he had been staring at since he came into the office and did not respond.

He struggled to appear nonchalant when she stood framed inside the doorway.

“I have work…”

“You bought me clothes.”

He shrugged carelessly and pretend to be studying something on his laptop.

“You can always return them.”

“I should.”

“Well, then. Please close the door on your way…”

“Stop being such an ass.”

His face tightened, his eyes smoldering.

“You bought me clothes. No one ever did that for me before.” She shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “I told myself when I was with Greg that I was okay being an independent woman. I did not need anything fancy.

“She swallowed the lump inside her throat. “I am going to make a hell of a lot of mistakes, and I will piss you off frequently and I am scared.” She admitted. “You’re Leo and I am… ‘an unknown’ …” She waved a hand.

“I do not know how to be with anyone. I thought I did. And for the damn record, I was not comparing you to Greg. And I still do not think we should get married just now.” She approached his desk. “I want to get to know you better. I think that is a fair proposal or whatever.”

He sat there staring at her expressionlessly until she wanted to scream.

“You can have anyone and I – God! Are you going to say something?” She demanded, eyes flashing. “First of all, I do not appreciate you freezing me out last night and today. I was miserable and- and I do not like it when you are upset with me. Dammit! Please say something.”

“You did not give me a chance. Come here.”

Taking a deep breath, she went to him, sighing softly when he tugged her into his lap.

“You were not the only one who was miserable.”

“Good.” She said it with such relief that it had him laughing.

“I missed you,” she admitted.

“I missed you too.”

“What should we do about it?” She asked, wrapping her hands around his neck.

“We should have makeup sex,” he was already nuzzling her neck.

“Sounds like a plan. Hmm.” She arched her neck, her eyes crossing as he nibbled at her skin. “It feels as if you are ready.” She rubbed her butt against his crotch.

“Am I? Are we staying here?”

“I have never done it on a desk before.”

His chuckle tickled her throat.

“We should do something about that.”

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