Page 127 of Accidental Theirs
I draw in a sharp breath.
“Do you want me to be in trouble?” she breathes. “Do you want me to be a bad girl? Because I can be that, for you.”
“I, um...”
“I could be a good girl, too. Whatever you want,” she says quickly.
I fear I’m going to explode from how hot my cheeks are getting.
“Excuse me, Mr. Blackwood?”
I turn, and Olivia stands in the office doorway, poking just her head inside.
“Yes?”
Thank God. She’s come to save me.
“I need your signature. It’s urgent.” Her voice is firm.
Rosalind steps away from me. “I’ll be here until six, if you want to... finish our conversation.”
She’s giving me a certain look, but I try to avoid her gaze, just nodding dumbly and striding out into the hallway.
Olivia’s already crossing the catwalk, and I have to run to catch up with her, calling out her name.
She whirls around, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you going to go back and finish your conversation?”
“What? Olivia, you can’t think that I wanted that.”
“Didn’t you? I heard you’ve been staking out her office all day.”
“Because youtold me to. I was only trying to see if she was the leak.”
“And is she? Did you check in her panties, too?”
“Olivia.” I take her shoulders in my hands to turn her toward me and make her look at me. “You’re being irrational.”
I think she’s going to snap and yell at me, maybe hit me, but instead she slumps.
“I am being irrational, aren’t I?”
“Yes.” I pull her closer. “But I understand.”
“Do you? I have two other suitors?—”
“And no right to be jealous.”
“Exactly. I’m a jerk.” She pouts, and I laugh, kissing her forehead.
“You’re not a jerk. You’re just hormonal. And the jealous type.”
“Just like all the rest of you.” She groans, and I kiss her again, this time on the nose.
I move to her jawline, and then her throat, and when she moans, I smirk against her skin.
“It’s past lunch. Have you eaten?”
“Mmhm, at my desk.”
