Page 14 of Somebody to Save
He hummed and left a lingering kiss against my birthmark. In the few interactions we’d had, he’d paid it more attention than anyone else. Most of the time guys would just ignore it, acting like that side of my neck didn’t exist.
“Well,” he said against my skin. “I’m not interested injustbeing friends, so Addison it is.”
Words escaped me, which felt ironic when he absolutely didn’t mince his. I envied how confident he sounded and was slightly in awe that it was when he was talking about me.
My emotions were going haywire, and the longer he touched me, the easier it was to forget every reason why I’d left that very beautiful room on Halloween night.
I was on the verge of saying “screw it” and begging for him to bend me over my desk immediately, but we were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.
Like we had in his aunt’s new apartment, we quickly parted, and I straightened my dress as the door opened. Our assistant, Jen, peeked inside with a soft smile.
“Sorry to disturb you.”
“You didn’t—we aren’t—” I took a breath and tried once more. “Not a disturbance. What’s up?”
Beckett scrubbed a hand over his face to hide his smile, but he kept his body angled toward me since his very prominent erection was still making itself known behind his slacks.
“I was just going to let you know that Ms. Crawford’s movers are here. I was going to open the gate so they could go around and use the back entrance.”
“Sure, no problem,” I said quickly. “We’re just finalizing the rest of her paperwork, and then I can help supervise, if needed.”
She gave me a thumbs-up and quickly glanced at the back of Beckett’s head before she shut the door.
I sighed in relief and hurried around my desk, eager to put some distance between us because I knew he was going to pick up right where we’d left off if I didn’t.
Standing in front of my chair, I ignored his tempting smile and motioned to the guest chair on the opposite side. The one that was several feet away, and hopefully far enough that we could get through the paperwork without another incident.
I held my hand out until he moved to sit. When he finally did, I sat as well, shuffling papers across my desk and pulling out the final few items that required his signature.
“Addison,” he said, and my hand froze as I reached for a pen. “I can’t believe I found you.”
I licked my lips and continued shuffling the papers into a neat stack and setting them on the desk across from him with a pen. “Technically, you didn’tfindme, you happened upon me. It was luck.”
“Semantics.”
I caught his eyes and shook my head. “You’re an attorney. I’m pretty sure you’re paid to worry about semantics.”
He smiled, and my stomach flipped when he flashed that dimple at me.
“I am. I like details. So, I think it’s also important to mentionthat although I didn’tfindyou, it was not for lack of trying. And I think us running into each other proves that the universe might also be on my side.”
And maybe I’d messed with the universe when I’d pretended I didn’t know who he was when he called at myotherjob.
“We do have paperwork to finish, and I’m sure your aunt would like to see you back upstairs eventually,” I said, ignoring his comment about the universe.
He leaned forward and glanced down at the paperwork. He skimmed through it quickly, page-by-page, and picked up the pen. But before he signed, he glanced back up at me.
“I sign this, then we talk.”
There was no room for negotiation. His warm brown eyes were intent on my face, and I realized I didn’t want to argue.
“Fine.”
He quickly signed each page and recapped the pen, sliding it across to me and leaning back in his chair. He braced his elbows on the armrests and steepled his fingers beneath his chin.
“Why did you leave?”
Although I expected the question, I still didn’t know how to answer it. I shuffled the papers, slipped them into a folder to scan into our system later, and used those few seconds to gather my thoughts.
