Page 3 of My Wildest Obsession

“Always so fucking difficult,” I snap at him.

He just growls in response, his fingers flexing in my hold.

My skin starts to tingle and it hits me then that this is the most that I’ve ever touched him. Normally, I try to do all that I can to avoid making contact with him.

It’s bad enough that I have this stupid crush on him. I mean, sure, Theo is hot as hell, but he’s also a total asshole. He’s argumentative and grumpy. Plus, he never dates. Like,never. He’s always solo to any events that he goes too, and to be fair, he’s always in the office so I don’t think that he’s even looking for a relationship, and that’s all that I do.

“There,” I say as I put the last band-aid in place.

He growls again, and I bite back my smile.

“They really pop next to your black suit,” I compliment him, and he looks like he wants to rip all of the band-aids off and set them on fire.

“Great,” he says through gritted teeth.

I smile, and he glares at me. My smile is quickly wiped off when the plane starts to shake. He must be able to see the panic on my face because he reaches for me at the same time that I reach for him.

“It’s just some turbulence,” he tells me, and I nod.

“Right.”

It was always easy to keep my distance with Theo, but now that I’ve seen this side of him, this compassionate and caring side, I’m starting to kind of fall for him. He’s being sweet, well, sweet for him, and I like it.

Be careful. It would never work out between the two of you, my subconscious reminds me and I nod.

I know that dating him would be a bad idea. I shouldn’t let him get close to me and should keep my distance, yet I still let him hold my hand for the rest of the flight.

Probably not a bad sign,I lie to myself.

I sigh as the flight attendant comes around to ask if we’d like something to drink, and Theo ignores me and everyone else around him for the rest of the flight.

TWO

Theo

This is a mistake.

I shouldn’t be holding Clara’s hand. I shouldn’t have even brought her on this trip. I didn’treallyneed my assistant on this trip, but the thought of being away from Clara for even a few days was hard to bear.

Not that I would ever admit that.

This damn girl. Only she can get me to do things.

Holding hands? I don’t do that with anyone. Except for Clara on planes, I guess.

Wearing Hello Kitty band-aids? Only because Clara put them on me and seemed so relieved to be bandaging me up.

I admit, it was nice to have someone take care of me, even if it was only for a few moments. I haven’t had that, well… ever in my life.

I push away thoughts of my shitty childhood and try to focus on the papers in front of me. I should be studying up for the meeting later today. Instead, all I can think about is how it feels to have Clara touching me.

Her grip tightens around my fingers as we hit a pocket of rough air and my heart takes off like a shot.

Dammit. Get it together. You can’t have Clara. You can never be with her. Get your head straight!

Her fingers brush over the back of my hand and I glance down, glaring when I see the Hello Kitty band-aids.

Jesus, there’s like five of them.

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