Page 49 of Blossoms of the Heart
Hearing her name, however, got me worked up again.
“Let’s see how this project all goes. She seems excited about it, and I’m glad to have her here. We haven’t worked together like this before.”
He was proud of her and proud to have her here. All reasons why I couldn’t fuck things up.
God, when she kissed me last night, she kissed me like she needed me. I’d never experienced that feeling before and in the end, I basically dropped her off on Akito’s doorstep, knowing she was pissed off at me, and fled away into the night.
I definitely felt like a prick for doing that.
“It’s good to see her, it’s been a while.”
“Yes, more than a while for you two.” Akito tilted his head to the side.
“I know, so spare me the lecture I already got from Mitsuke for not staying in touch.” I held up my hands playfully, although deep down I doubted that I would ever forget Patrice Walker looking at me like I was some sort of filthy scum trying to defile her daughter.
She’d called me a tattooed freak with no ambition.
I figured she must have felt like that for years, the whole time, every summer when she saw me. Must have put her best face forward just for her husband.
That day when she caught me with her precious daughter, she’d erupted volcanic style.
“You know I hate lecturing you young people. Mitsuke thinks I lived in a different time and people don’t live that way anymore.”
I was inclined to agree and if he’d known what I’d gotten up to with Phoebe last night, although really it was nothing, he wouldn’t have been happy with me.
“Mitsuke is a wise woman.” I chuckled.
Akito frowned and then shook his head. “Come on, let’s go see if Phoebe’s in. I’d like to give her a heads up on this new idea.”
Whoa, I kind of wasn’t ready to see her yet, but if I protested it would look weird, especially with what we just talked about.
“Good idea.” I beamed.
We left the library and headed to the office. Akito filled me in with some more ideas on the way. One stuck out to me, it was that of trying to expand the business to other countries.
When we got inside the office, I saw Phoebe straight away.
She was on the upper level sitting at her desk. There were at least ten massive journals before her and she seemed completely engrossed in what she read.
I didn’t expect her to be in so early, and damn, did she look sexy.
That gorgeous hair was down again today, but she had the velvet tresses swooped to the side with the wavy ends gracing the edge of her waist. I liked her hair this length. I remembered her mother had always insisted on it being no longer than shoulder-length. Now it was a truly sexy waist-length that added to the fantasy.
Rather than looking like she was dressed for work, she’d looked more at home on the cover of a fashion mag.
A pink gloss shimmered on her lips and complemented the baby pink camisole top she wore that seemed to shimmer too in the morning light.
“Phoebe, you’re here,” Akito boomed.
She lifted her head at the sound of his voice and smiled.
“Morning.” Her smile waivered when she looked at me, but she still kept it up.
She stood up and made her descent down the stairs, giving me a full view of her smooth, golden legs in that wrap skirt.
Legs I could imagine wrapped around me as I pounded into her.
Fuck, I had to get a grip of myself and not let everything remind me of sex.
