Page 33 of Inarticulate

His brows pulled together as he typed.With Grandiosity and Rydel being a point of contention, can we skip the career talk?

“Sure.” She tried to ignore the pity welling inside her and failed. It was clear his position in the company inspired contempt, and she hoped it wasn’t because he was comparing his career to hers. “What’s your favorite memory?”

He smirked as he turned his focus to his cell and tap, tap, tapped.Almost two weeks ago when an unbelievably sexy woman accused me of being an asshole for not talking to her.

She snorted. “You could’ve warned me. It’s not like it’s impossible for you to communicate.”

I know. But you were too much fun.

“Fun?”

You were devastated that you didn’t have confirmation that I was succumbing to your charms. You were frustrated to the point of ogling my package to gain my attention. Your persistence was refreshing.

“Refreshing?” she parroted him again, unable to stop her lips from spreading wide. “You’re cruel.”

He typed quickly, his fingers flying over his cell screen.I feel the same about you. Your smile does things to me that should be illegal.

Her lips pulled tighter, her cheeks lifting of their own accord. Something other than lust made her heart tippy-tap and she leaned over to playfully nip at his ribs. “Well, your smile has no effect on me whatsoever.”

Liar. Bite me again and see where it gets you.

She opened her mouth and poised her teeth over his skin. She was tempted, so damn tempted, but she was already overcome with feelings for him and she didn’t want to lose herself to whatever this was.

She was in Seattle to work. Outside complications needed to be kept to a minimum.

She snapped her mouth shut millimeters from his skin. “Fine. We can go back to basics. What’s your favorite color?”

Colors, really?

“Why not?” She shrugged.

Fine, but why restrict myself to one?He waggled his brows.What is the point? The world is filled with profound hues, all of them at my disposal. I choose not to pin myself down.

“Are we still talking about the same thing?” She turned toward him with a raised brow. “Or are you one of those guys who can only talk about women and sex?” Another Spencer.

The implication should’ve caused revulsion. Too bad she was already lost to delirium.

Sex is always a preferred topic.

She laughed and he followed suit. His chest convulsed, his muscles flexed, and she couldn’t stop herself from placing her hand over his sternum to feel it. It was a strange sensation—sharing someone’s laughter for the first time. It stripped her of all pettiness and made her fall for him a fraction more. She wanted to experience all his responses, from the ones he made in pleasure, and also the ones in pain.

His humor faded as he pressed his hand over the top of hers, telling her with his gaze alone that he knew how important this moment was. It was more than sex and seduction. It wasn’t just pleasure and gratification.

They’d just paid the price of attachment.

Email

Date: 22ndDecember

Subject: Speak to me

Dear Savannah,

I know you look back on our time together and relive it through tainted eyes. I’d do the same. You believe everything we shared was clouded with deception, but that’s far from the truth.

I had to keep things from you. I had to hide the parts of myself that I wasn’t proud of, otherwise there never would’ve been a chance for us to begin with.

Before the night in your suite, sex had never held an emotional connection for me. Not even with past relationships, not that there were many. The act had always been a physical release and nothing more. It was sport, and I was always the winner.

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