Honestly,sorryis nice, but it isn’t good enough.
“If you’re serious about working together, the cold shoulder and the silent treatment stop—right now.”Oh God, I sound like my ma.“Agreed?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Fuck, that really shouldn’t turn me on.
“Good.”My cheeks heat like the sun in the middle of July.
I make the mistake of looking at him, and my mouth goes dry.He’s smiling in that small, secret way he does.
I clear my throat.“Now, can we get back to work, please?”
Sterling stands, stretching his back and shoulders.He stripped out of his jacket an hour ago, so there’s nothing hiding how his shirt sticks and clings to his muscles as they pull taut.
“Hungry?”
“Um …” I’m starving, but this feels like a trap.
“It’s not a threat, Mia.If you don’t want food, we can take a walk.But I have to get out of this chair before I become fused to it.”
I know what he means.
* * *
Make Your Choice:
food sounds good(go to 16)
I’d rather get fresh air(go to 17)
go back(go to 9)
I stare in disbelief at the truck Sterling rented.“At least let me buy you dinner as a thank-you.”If the offer sounds like a date, I’m okay with that.
“That won’t be necessary,” he says, sliding my bedside table into position and taking the box of books I’m holding with ease.
“Don’t be ridiculous.I’m going to find a way to make it up to you.”
He closes the door with a satisfying clang and palms the keys.It’s strange, seeing Sterling outside of the office.He’s wearing jeans.They stretch over his thighs in the most obscene way.I’m already obsessed with them.
“If you feel that strongly about it, I can’t refuse.”
“Good.Dinner then.”I’m not sure where I find the confidence to say it, but I can’t take it back now.
He stops before me.“That eager to get me alone?”His hair is a mess from where he’s run his hand through it.Being this attractive should be a crime.
Heat sparks to life in my belly, spreading out like wildfire.“Maybe I want to interview you.”
I swear there’s amusement sparking behind his eyes.
“Do I get to ask a few questions in return?”
“Only if you’re willing to put your money where your mouth is.”
“That depends on where you want my mouth.”
Holy shit.Sterling Ross is … flirting.
