Page 123 of Never With You
The entire room erupts in cheers.
A triumphant smile covers his mouth as he pulls back. “I missed you,” he whispers with a glimmer. That kiss was premeditated.
“You saw me yesterday,andwe talked this morning.” My glare follows him as he begins passing out donuts.
“Okay!” Shelly throws her arms up. “I need some serious details about how this all came about, because I am freaking out right now.”
“Yes!” Taryn looks at Lyle. “Can we talk about this before we dive into work?”
“Absolutely.” Lyle pulls out his chair, taking a seat.
Nate drops into the chair across from me, that same smirk that used to drive me crazy plastered on his lips. “Carly, why don’t you tell them how you couldn’t resist me and totally fell in love with me, mostly against my will?”
My lips purse, trying to keep a smile off my lips.
Oh, he bothers me.
He bothers me so much.
* * *
I siton the edge of Nate’s desk while he casually leans back in his chair, legs crossed one over the other on his desk.
“So, when are you going to tell me about that dream you had of me?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, playing coy.
“Fine. I’ll tell you about the dreams I had.”
“Dreams?” My brows shoot up.
“Oh yeah. Us in the break room, the supply closet, the copy room, my office.” There’s a whole lot of swagger behind his smile. “Maybe we should carry out some of these dreams in real life. Make a checklist we can cross off.”
“Focus.” I bite back my smile, shaking the paper in my hand. “We have a lot to get done. This is still a place of work, remember?”
“I'm getting things done.”
“Oh, yeah. Like what?”
“I'm memorizing your smile, your blue eyes, the way your hair falls over your shoulder, and how good your legs look in that skirt.” He gives me a mischievous grin. “See? A lot is getting done.”
“Because of our relationship, you’ll be less productive than you were before.”
“No, I bet it'll be about the same.”
“You seem a lot more distracted now.”
“Nah, it’s about the same level of distraction I’ve always had.”
I fake like I'm offended. “So what you're saying is that I'm not distracting enough at work?”
“No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying it will still just be the same.”
My lips push into a frown.
“Come here,” he says. “I want to show you something.”
“I am here.”
