Page 47 of Starstruck
A wicked smirk crosses my face. “I love it when you’re mean to me, Trouble,” I tell her as I stand. “Turns me on.”
She rolls her eyes, moving around her desk as I stand across from her, leaning down against it. Our faces are inches apart as she meets my eyes, the tension coursing between us so strong it could be cut with a butter knife. Her tongue darts out over her lips as she tears her gaze from mine, and a low rumble comes from my chest. She’s a damn walking temptation—she doesn’t evenhave to try.
She takes a seat at her desk so I do the same, crossing one leg over the other. I make myself comfortable as she gets to work on God knows what—probably something concert related. I keep my eyes trained on her, my smirk growing each time she glances up at me with both irritation and desire written on her face. She’s probably hoping if she pretends I’m not here, I’ll disappear, but she’s shit out of luck if she thinks I’m giving up that easily.
“Ignoring me isn’t going to make me go away, Lennon.”
I’m met with another eye roll in response, eliciting another laugh from me. Little does she know, her attitude is what keeps me coming back for more.
“Well, if we’re just going to sit here, you may as well put me to work.”
That grabs her attention, her gaze sliding from her computer to me. “You’rejust sitting there.I’mworking. But fine,” she says, resting her elbows on her desk. “You really want to help?”
I nod eagerly, desperate for anything from her at this point.
She smirks. “Why don’t you be agood boyand go get me a coffee?”
I grit my teeth, my cock growing hard from that sentence alone. She knows exactly what to say to get me riled up. She watches as I stand, her eyes tracking from my face down to my crotch. She bites her lip before meeting my eyes again.
I mirror her smirk, crossing my arms over my chest. “Anything for you, Trouble,” I say, turning toward the door. With one hand on the doorknob, I turn back to face her. “But when I get back, you’re going to be agood girland let me remind you why you agreed to be friends with benefits in the first place.”
Her cheeks flush as her jaw falls open. With a light chuckle, I open the door, heading to the floor’s common room to get this damn woman a coffee.
I’mso fucked.
Twenty minutes later, I return to Lennon’s office with two coffees—black with one sugar for me and an iced vanilla oat latte for her. I decided to head down the street to Underground Espresso to get us better coffee than what they keep here, and I know that’s her favourite just from watching her over the past week.
She doesn’t even look up when I come in, so I approach her desk, setting her coffee in front of her before taking my seat again.
“Thank you,” she says, picking it up to take a sip, and I do the same. Then she glances at her drink, her brows pulling together. “You know my coffee order?”
Our eyes meet, my tongue swiping over my lip as I pull the cup away from my face. “I do.”
She swallows, jerking her head in a nod before she shuts the lid to her laptop, her shoulders slumping. She glances around the room, refusing to let her eyes find mine as she says, “I think we made a mistake.”
I cock a brow but keep my mouth shut.
She sighs. “I think we”—she gestures between the two of us—“area mistake.”
My smirk grows wider. I don’t believe her for a minute. She’s just scared of her feelings, and I don’t blame her.
I am, too.
“Keep telling yourself that, Lennon.”
She frowns. “What, you disagree?”
I lean forward, rubbing my hands together. “Yeah.”
“We’re a disaster waiting to happen, Bax,” she says, her eyes narrowed. “Friends with benefits never works. Someone always catches feelings. And neither of us are in a position for more.”
I just stare at her as she speaks. I mean, she’s not wrong—every friends with benefits arrangement always ends up with one or both people falling in love. But she’s already told me she’s inno place for a relationship, and I don’t believe in love, so that shouldn’t be an issue here.
I know it’s not that easy, though. I may not believe in love, but my feelings toward Lennon are unlike any I’ve felt for a woman before. And based on her clear hesitation, I’m willing to bet she’s already having some feelings of her own for me, too, which explains her current state of mind. If I’ve learned anything about Lennon through our few encounters, it’s that she’s an overthinker.
“Okay.” I nod. “So, what do you propose then?”
“Iproposenothing. I propose we end this before it goes too far.”
