Page 25 of Fairy Tale Lies
Putting on his most charming smile, he opened the door to Greta’s office.
Chapter Ten
Jacob’s kiss was even better than Greta remembered. The press of his lips, the way his tongue commanded and teased, stroked all her desires.
She was at Swift, for goodness sake! This needed to stop. Her internship might be temporary. Her career goals at her father’s company were not.
She didn’t date men from work, and she most certainly did not fool around with guys sporting tattoos, dangerous eyes, and perhaps loose sexual morals.
Yet, instead of pushing him away, she wrapped a hand around his neck to deepen the kiss.
“This is a problem,” she murmured, pulling back and trying to wrangle in her hormones. Impossible. She wanted more of his lips.More of him. What was wrong with her?
“Doesn’t feel like a problem to me. Are you overthinking things again?” Jacob shifted back an inch, watching her, his eyes aflame with desire.
She could easily lose herself in his ocean blues.
He didn’t understand; overanalyzing, second-guessing, was her way of life. Of course, if he kept kissing her, she was liable to forget her name, let alone her misgivings.
“My mind tells me to be restrained. Then you come near me, and my body screams something else…”
“That’s a problem? Remember, no over thinking. Simply enjoy.” He brushed his mouth along her neck and nipped lightly under her ear.
Oh. How did this man instinctively know all her sweet spots? The areas that lit her core on fire and made her want to beg.
“Seriously,” he whispered. “If you need to take things slow, I’ll stop right now. Whatever you want and need. You only have to tell me.”
His words brushed hotly against her ear and into her soul. With his body close and the promise of pleasure near, caution was forgotten.
To hell with responsibilities and repercussions. She shifted, fusing his lips with hers.
“What in the hell is going on?”
Greta recognized the voice. Blake’s scorn and disbelief carried across the room, landing on her like ice water.
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Jacob jolted back. A guy around his age, in an expensive suit, took two furious steps inside.
His hostile gaze fell on Greta. “You do remember this is an investment firm and not a broth—”
“Stop talking.Right now. Who the hell are you?” Anger stacked inside Jacob like cinder blocks.
He couldn’t be just a coworker, not with the way he spoke to Greta. Another freaking family member? A brother?
The man studied Jacob with distaste. “I’m Mr. Meier’s attorney. I need to find a Mr. Grimm.” He leveled his contemptuous gaze back on Greta. “However, before I find him, it appears I need to remind employees about workplace decorum.”
Jacob glanced at Greta. Her expression was a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and oddly enough, guilt.
He turned back to the douche standing by the door. “I’m Jacob Grimm. Are you Greta’s governess, along with the company’s lawyer?”
“Hardly. I am her fiancé.”
Jacob’s stomach plummeted, and he forgot how to breathe.
“Ex, Blake. You keep forgetting that one important detail.” Greta’s tone had a plaintive tinge to it.
Jacob took in a large swallow of air. Ah, this was the ex-boyfriend. This was the guy her father wanted as his future son-in-law? Guess Charles had better business than personal sense.
