Page 42 of Devanté
“You’re starting to know me as well as my assistant, Molly.” I gestured to her and Noa smiled politely.
“Hi, nice to meet you, Noa. Sorry my boss is obsessed with your boss,” she laughed.
“Girl, I love to see it. Blake needs someone to obsess over her. She’s worth it.”
“I won’t argue with that,” Molly grinned. I don’t think I’d ever seen Molly grin so wide before.
“I’m gonna go see Blake. Is that okay with you, Miss Noa?” I asked, laying it on extra thick. Noa rolled her eyes and shooed me away. Thankfully, she was so wrapped up in talking to Molly that she didn’t play security guard with Blake.
Her office door was already ajar so I nudged it open a little more to get a silent glimpse of her. My heart stuttered. She was fluid curves moving just enough to make my chest tighten and my dick jolt. Soft music came from the speakers and it took me a minute to realize she was listening to Mint Condition. Of course she was. What else would Blake Remington start her day with?
A subtle smile bent my lips while I watched the deep curve of her waist and the swell of her hips rock side to side. I rubbed my chin and leaned against the door frame, nudging the door open a little more. I liked the view…a lot.
Blake bobbed her head and sang along quietly toIf You Love Meand I watched her lips move. They were ruby-stained and they looked so fucking soft. No matter how much time passed, I still wanted this woman like I had for years. Like I had the first time I kissed her on that rainbow playset when we had sticky lips and curious hearts.
Only difference was…back then, I didn’t know what love was. I was too young. Even when I realized what it was once we were older, I was too scared. Now, I was 28 and I wasn’t young or scared. I knew what I wanted and she was swaying her sinful hips and plush body to the smooth sound of Mint Condition.
I don’t know what alerted her to my presence but she looked over her shoulder at me creeping on her from the door. She scrambled to grab the remote from her desk and turn the music off, her topaz eyes wide and startled.
“Don’t stop on my behalf…please,” I said walking in and closing the door. I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth and sat on the edge of her pristine desk. “I was enjoying the show.”
“Devanté, you scared the fuck out of me.” She shoved me and I grabbed her wrist, careful of the delicate bones in her hand. When she looked up at me, I saw the girl from college. The one who looked at me like she loved me more than the ocean loved the shore. I just hoped I hadn’t misread what kind of love it was.
I don’t think I could ever misremember the way heat crackled between our bodies the day I pinned her against the wall and tickled her. Blake felt the same way about me that I felt about her. I just needed to know if the feelings were still there or if that misunderstanding in college ruined things.
“I didn’t want to disturb your dancing.”
“You weren’t supposed to see my dancing.” She slid her wrist from my grasp and folded her arms.
“Well, lucky me, huh?”
“Why are you here?” The corners of her pillowy, ruby-red lips twitched.
“You know why I’m here.”
“I don’t have any breakfast for you so…” Finally, her twitching lips gave way to a full smile. It was sunshine on the sierra.
“Shit, Blake. You’re slipping. You know I need three things in the mornings. Jill Scott, breakfast…and you.”
“Me?” Her long, thick lashes fluttered. “It’s been years since we’ve had breakfast together. You don’t need me.”
“Maybe I’ve been starving for eight years without you.”
“Wow, did Gabi teach you how to use that silver tongue?” I didn’t expect for her words to slice through me so swiftly. Shit.
“Gabi?” I half-laughed. “I haven’t seen her in at least a year.”
“Well, I’m sure you spent enough time with her in college.” Blake tipped her nose in the air and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window near her desk.
“Let’s do this,” I said, walking up behind her. I kept my hands in my pockets even though they begged to ride the full curve of her hips. I wrapped my fingers around the small, simple present I had for her.
She was so short that I had to tip my chin down to speak to the top of her head. Whatever she used in her hair smelled wonderful. I wanted to inhale her but I’d already used up enough creep points by watching her in the doorway.
“This meeting is supposed to last for an hour, right?” I asked. When she looked over her shoulder at me, the urge to touch her grew stronger.
I resisted.
“Right…” She nodded.
