Page 141 of Breaking Point
I find that the large box I was scared to open is a full-sized easel.
The next is stacked high with every color of paint imaginable.
Another is filled with dozens of canvases in all different sizes.
And the next contains drawing pads.
Spinning on my heel, I find Grayson sitting on the couch with a small smile as he stares at me with a hint of…fear?
“This is too much.”
Definitely fear.It grows as the rush of words leave my lips. My mom’s scrolling on her phone, her attention solely on the device and not the way Grayson’s smile slowly falls.
“Did I get the wrong supplies?”
My eyes practically bug out of my head. “No, it’s… Grayson, it’s perfect, but it’stooperfect. I can’t accept it.”
His brows furrow as he slowly rises, moving around my mom to come and stand before me. I wish he hadn’t. Tipping my head back, I’m all too aware of how intoxicating he is.
“You want to return a gift because it’s too perfect? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“It’s too much,” I whisper.
“Too much…?”
“Are you going to make me spell it out?”
“Yes, pretend I’m illiterate and speak to me like a child, because I don’t see an issue.”
Sighing, I can feel my willpower on the topic leaking out of me as he flashes me a knowing grin, his lone dimple popping out. The deep blues of his eyes sparkling.
Why is he so handsome?
And why does his smile have to be so perfect?
“I can’t accept the gift because it’s inappropriate. You’re my employer.”
“If we’re going with that narrative then you should put in a formal complaint about that kiss.” My eyes flare, his knowing grin spreading as he takes a small step farther into my space, his voice lowering to a husky drawl as he teases, “Tell me, Bella, do you want to put in a complaint about how I kissed you?”
“No,” I squeak, my hands shaking, forcing me to clench theminto fists. Lifting my chin, I stand my ground. “Kiss or no kiss, this is inappropriate.”
“You’re my girlfriend—” He tsks me as I open my mouth to correct him. “Fake or not, Bella, to the world you’re my girl and until that day ends, I will treat you as such.” He takes another step forward, forcing me to lean back into the boxes. “And if you were really mine, Bella, I would spoil you rotten because it’s what you deserve. So we can either stand here and argue until you’re red in the face, or you can thank me.” He winks. “I suggest going with the second option.”
Stunned.
The bastard has stunned me speechless.
He moves so close to my face his hot breath tumbles over my lips. “What’s it going to be, Blaze?”
My breath hitches.
There is something wrong with me.
My mother is sitting no less than two feet away and I feel like climbing this man like a tree and making out with him as I beg him to talk to me like that with our clothes off.
Swallowing to hide the heat that’s racing throughout my body, I keep my gaze locked on his as I whisper, “Thank you.”
He lowers his head, his lips brushing the shell of my ear and stealing my breath. “Good choice,” he whispers gutturally.
