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He nodded. "And you know who she is."
Ididknow. I could see it in his eyes. And probably, he could see it in mine, too. I heard myself say, "Well, maybe if we got it out of our system…"
"Meaning?"
I cleared my throat. "I'm just saying, it's probably like an itch or something."
He gave me a look. "An itch."
I bit my lip.Talk about unfortunate phrasing.
"Not an itchy itch," I clarified. "I just mean like a mental itch, something that needs to be…" I paused, searching for the right word. Finally, I settled on "…resolved."
Resolved?
Oh, please.
The word didn't begin to describe how I felt. I'd been thinking of him way too much. I'd been dreaming of him every night. I'd been acting on those dreams too – but only in my secret fantasies.
Iknewhe was my boss, but there was nothing professional about the way I felt. He was like a cookie in the cupboard, something that I couldn’t stop thinking about, regardless of all my good intentions.
As the silence stretched out between us, I felt my tongue brush against my upper lip. I didn't even realize I was doing it until his gaze drifted to my mouth, and I sawhislips part, just a fraction.
Now, I was absolutely certain.He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
And that's when I knew.
I was going for that cookie.
After all, there were times when you just needed to eat it and be done with the whole thing. And then, bright and early the next day, you could get on with your life – start a new workout routine or take an extra lap around the gym.
It made perfect sense, right?
Tomorrow, I'd be extra good to make up for what I desperately wanted tonight.
Him.
I felt my lips curve into a slow smile.Yes.It was the perfect solution, or so I thought until, with two simple words, he slammed the cookie-cupboard shut.
"Forget it."
Chapter 47
I blinked. "What?"
"Forget it," he repeated.
I felt my brow wrinkle in confusion.He was turning me down?
Seriously?
How humiliating was this?
My face burned with sudden embarrassment. "Oh."
Other than that, I didn't know what to say. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined that he'd pass up the chance for quick and easy sex.
After all, I knew his reputation. He was a horn-dog, plain and simple.So why wasn't he a horn-dog with me?
