Page 5 of If You Could Only Imagine
Not. One. Good. Goddamn. Fuck.
I ran both of my hands up her neck until they were tangled in her hair and I slammed my lips down on hers.
And it was the best decision I have ever made in all my life.
The. Best.
As soon as she let out a surprised gasp, I slipped my tongue into her sweet, hot mouth and-call me a star-strucked pussy-but it was the best kiss of my existence.
I felt her hands grab onto my waist, and when her fingers curled into the fabric of my jacket, I knew the electricity between us was not just my crazed imagination.
This was real. She was feeling it, too.
This was what Mason had tried to explain to us the day he told us about Shane. He said the second he laid eyes on her, his entire soul shifted and there’d never be anyone else for him ever again. And that was just from a fuckinglook.
All too soon, reality came crashing down on Denise and her hands went from clutching me to pushing at my chest. It took everything I had to remove my hands and lips from her body and step back from her. I wanted to fuckingconsumeher.
Her chest was panting, and she had a look of absolute fear and panic on her beautiful face. Her hand came up to her mouth. “Oh, my god,” she whispered, horrified. “Oh, my god.”
I held my hands up in a calming motion. “Denise,” because, surely, we were on a first name basis now, right? “it’s okay. I’m-”
Her gorgeous hazel orbs widened. “Okay? Are you out of your mind?” she screeched. “This is so far from okay, Aiden.” At least she was still calling me Aiden. “You’re myboss,” she reminded me. “We’ve only just met five minutes ago!” She held up her hand with her fingers spread, in case I wasn’t sure what five meant. “Who in the hell does…that,after only meeting someone for five minutes?!”
“Denise-”
She shook her head. “Oh, hell no,” she sputtered. “This is…no. This isnothappening.”
I stepped to her and invaded her space, once again. “The fuck it isn’t,” I growled.
Fire leaped into her eyes, and with her hands on her hips she said, “I don’t do bosses, rich kids or men who are younger than me. So, no…it’s not happening.”
Before I could argue all the reasons she was going to do her boss, who happened to be rich and a few years younger than her, she stormed out of her office leaving me with my dick in my hand.
Almost literally.
This is not how I imagined this day going.
Chapter 3
Denise~
I ran out of my office like the devil was after me.
What in the ever lovin’ hellfire?
What was that? And who did crap like that?
I sped walked as fast as my legs could carry me towards the women’s restroom and darted into the first empty stall I saw and hid in there like that was a solution to making this entire thing go away.
I pressed my back up against the wall, and closing my eyes, I dropped my head back. How could I let this happen? I mean, granted, I had no idea what Aiden was about until he had his hands in my hair and was kissing me, but still.
I hadn’t pushed him away or told him to stop. Hell, I kissed the bastardback. I kissed him for all I was worth. My only saving grace was that my sanity had returned, and I pushed him away before I let him bend me over the desk and do whatever he wanted.
And, as God as my witness-church, here I come Sunday-when he insisted that we were going to continue on with this madness, I had flooded my panties. That sexy growl nearly had me playing the office whore. I had to gather every bit of indigence I could muster and tell him I didn’t mess with men like him.
Granted, it might have been a little unfair to lump him in with the generalization of rich, entitled men because I really knew nothing about him, but it didn’t really matter if he was the sweetest man on the planet; he was myboss.
Yeah, he might be sex on a goddamn stick, but he was my boss,andhe was a few years younger than I was. Now, some people might not sneeze at a four-year difference, but I did.
