Page 81 of The Confidentiality Clause
“Oh really?” He steps closer. His free hand wraps around my waist and pulls me to him. I feel his lips against my ear. “So sayingmy wifedoesn’t affect you?”
“Not at all,” I whisper.
I feel him smirk. “You wouldn’t feel anything if I introduced you asmy wife, Ariel?”
My whole body warms as though I’ve sat in the hot tub at the cabin too long. Great, now I’m thinking about Brock shirtless in a jacuzzi. Not helpful.
“Nope, nothing.”
“And if, when I threatened Houston at the event, I told him he better not disrespectmy wife, you’d…?”
Die. I’d melt into a puddle, never to be seen again. Kind of like I am right now.
I draw in a shaky breath.
He chuckles, low and raspy near my ear before kissing right below it.
“One day.” The words barely qualify as a whisper when he pulls away. I sway toward him, my knees feeling weak. One day? I meet his warm brown eyes. My big, romantic heart snags on those two little words.
Brock holds the flowers between us, seemingly unaware of how he’s affected me. I note the smirk on his lips. Correction, he’s aware, and enjoying it.Insufferable, perfect man.
I take the bouquet from him.
“What are these for?” I murmur and breathe in their sweet scent.
“I wanted you to have a reminder of how beautiful I think you are while you’re at work.” A squeak comes from Bethanne’scubicle. Brock glances over, amusement lining his expression. “But you don’t have a vase.”
“I’ve never needed one. No one has ever given me flowers.”
“Let’s stop by the store after lunch and get one. You’ll need it.”
I smile down at the bouquet. I’ve never seen flowers so perfect before. There’s not a single brown spot or torn petal. They’re tucked into soft pink paper. He must have gone to a florist to get these. They’re a far cry from grocery store flowers, which I would have happily accepted.
“And if I said I’m too busy to go to lunch?” I tease.
It’s only been a few days since our first kiss, but Brock hasn’t wasted any time in making changes. He put up a job advertisement for a junior agent position. Marie has been sorting through them, and Brock plans on asking the guys for help with the process once he makes the time to talk things through with them. I haven’t pushed him–well, not too much–but have let him take things at the pace he needs. The hardest part has been not talking to Sutton about us. He said he wanted to talk to her about our relationship first, so I’m holding back until they do.
“I’d remind you that there are more important things than work.” He grins. “And if that didn’t change your mind, I’d throw you over my shoulder.”
Another squeak from Bethanne.
I laugh and shake my head. “I guess I can make time.”
He dips down and steals a quick kiss. “Good. How do tacos sound?”
“Perfect. Let me grab my bag and then we’ll go.”
I set the flowers on my desk and grab my purse off the nearby hook. Then I poke my head over the shared cubicle wall. Bethanne is staring at her computer, typing the wordcuteover and over again.
“Do you want me to bring you something back, Nosey?” I ask with a laugh.
Bethanne swerves in her chair, a blush on her cheeks. “I’d love some tacos,” she mumbles.
“I’ll get you your usual. Be back soon.”
“Take your time.” She wiggles her eyebrows.
“You’re terrible,” I scold, but there’s laughter in my voice. I can’t help it, I’m sohappy.
