Page 30 of Snowbound in Her Boss's Bed

It was impossible that the innuendo she heard in his words could be anything but imaginary.

They both knew what was at stake.

But if someone had told her that she would be on a first-name basis with Benjamin Silver to kick off Hanukkah, she would have responded that that would have been a miracle.

If they had said she would be drinking exquisite rosé, reminiscing and making revealing confessions to him, then she would have called security to have them removed.

The idea of it alone was almost as ludicrous as the fact that she could have sworn she saw the same realizations mirrored in his own eyes.

This was Benjamin Silver, her project supervisor and one of the richest men in the world.

He was demanding and critical and had no regard for the fact that he had completely disrupted her last twenty-four hours.

He was nowhere near a close friend, let alone a confidant.

He was not someone she could relax around.

And yet here she was.

Eating doughnuts and drinking gorgeous wine in front of a roaring fireplace together.

Relaxing.

Alone in the middle of a storm.

Eyes locked.

Were they breathing in sync with each other?

That would be absurd.

And yet...

The moment stretched longer than it should, longer than two people in a new platonic relationship should stare into each other’s eyes in a setting like this, and yet they did not stop.

Emotions that could not be expressed in words skittered across both of their gazes.

It was impossible.

They barely knew each other—had only met in person for the first time that day, had only spoken with each other for the first time within the last twenty-four hours.

He was Benjamin Silver, one of the richest, most sought-after men in the world.

And she was a teetering on the edge of broke forever-student, barely two weeks into a new job.

The current pulsing between them could not be what it seemed.

He couldn’t be looking at her like he was promising to make up her thwarted plans to her in an intimate way.

She couldn’t be holding her breath in anticipation.

They both knew better.

The lines were drawn in the sand and clear as day.

This couldn’t be happening.

So why were they leaning into each other, their gazes drifting toward each other’s lips?

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