Page 6 of Hard Rock Muse
“This is weird,” Julian said. “Uncomfortable. I get that. But… I think it could work.”
He was still standing so close. My pulse raced. The warmth of his body radiated outward, warming mine.
Despite my high heeled pumps, with his height, I had to lift my head to meet his eyes. I was taller than average, but Julian towered over me in bare feet.
He always joked I wore my lace-up boots because the heels were so tall I didn’t have to crane my neck up to look him in the eyes.
It was half-true. I had loved looking into Julian’s eyes. Even as dark as they were, as guarded as he seemed, his every thought, every emotion, used to be on display for me. His feelings were hidden behind an impassive facade, but beneath it was a whirling storm of emotions. It had always been so easy for me to see through that wall and into his heart.
But now, as I looked up at him and stared into his eyes, I couldn’t see a thing.
I stepped closer, until our toes were touching, until our fingers almost brushed together.
His eyes fell to my lips.
I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling.
But I could see the widening of his pupils. I could see the heavy rise and fall of his chest.
However long it had been since we’d last been together, the effect we had on each other was still there.
Was I out of my mind for even considering this?
Julian had broken my heart. Torn it into pieces.
But I needed this job.
And he needed me.
Shit.
I stepped back, bringing a hand to my forehead and rubbing back and forth, trying to stop an oncoming headache.
“Okay,” I said. “Show me what you’ve got.”
