“Enjoy.”
“Oh, one more thing, Katrina.”
“Yeah?”
“The delectable Mr. Warner is waiting in your office.” She wiggles her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. “If only he was nineteen and played cricket, I’d be all over him.”
“He’s here!? It’s 9:30.”
“Thirty minutes early is on time these days. At least that’s what I was taught.”
I want to grab my corn muffin back from her smart ass.
Although I know I should have been here at least an hour ago, thirty minutes early is an achievement for me.
“Thanks, Fatima.”
I take a deep breath and enter my office and find a wild-haired Dak standing by my desk, taking another look at my personal photos. When he hears me enter, he doesn’t bother to turn his head around. Instead, he continues to stare at the picture of my sister and I in his hand.
“Good morning,” I offer.
He sits the frame back down on the window ledge and turns around with a hunger in his eyes that ignites that same fluttery feeling in my chest I’ve had several times before in his presence.
“Good morning, Katrina.”
His heavy footsteps move like lightning toward me and I inadvertently drop the tote bags I was carrying to the floor as he grips me firmly by the waist and pulls me into his massive chest. He bends his head down and lowers his lips dangerously close to my ear.
“I really wish you had responded to my text.”
I’m not sure what type of sound comes out of body, some sort of weird whimper, but it’s definitely not a sound that Wonder Woman would make. I’m no superhero at this moment.
His head moves back and then he tilts his forehead to mine as he whispers a question, almost touching my mouth with his when he does.
“Do you have a man, Katrina?”
“Dak.”
“I need the answer.”
My panties dampen without my consent.
This isn’t good.
“Dak.”
“Yes or no?”
“No.” I blink nervously.
And that’s when he slowly touches his lips with mine, waiting for my reaction. I’m not strong enough to stop it, not when I actually want it. With closed eyes, I part my lips and kiss him lazily. There’s a rumble in his chest I hear when I wrap my arms around his waist, and then I feel a slight poke of his hardening penis in my stomach.
Like a glass of cold water, that wakes my ass right up.
What the hell do I think I’m doing?
I pull back and away.
Sitting down at my desk, which I’m now using as a fortress of protection from the beautiful man across from me, Dak and I sat in silence, the palpable tension after that unexpected kiss lingering in the air like a ghost.
