Morgan rolled her eyes.“We’re coworkers,” she explained.
Henry frowned at me.“Coworkers?”
“This is Morgan,” I said, introducing her.“I’m working with her family’s company.”
“Ahh,” he said, understanding that I meant I’d invested in their business.He shifted his attention to Morgan’s friend.“And do you already know Liam?”
“Not exactly.”She looked at me in a slightly disapproving way that told me she remembered me from that night at the bar, and was now judging me based on whatever Morgan had told her.“I’m Whitney.”
“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” Henry said smoothly.
Seriously?He’s going to flirt with her while Morgan and I sat between them?
“You must be the charming one of this duo,” Whitney said, flirting right back.
I wasn’t sure if that was an insult or not, but Morgan snorted softly as she reached for another plate.
“I like to think that’s the case,” Henry replied, and I recognized that low, smooth-talking tone of voice he used when he zeroed in on a woman that he was interested in taking home.
That seemed like a terrible idea, considering her connection to Morgan.Things were complicated enough between us already, and I didn’t want to risk more friction if our friends hooked up and someone got their feelings hurt.But I couldn’t figure out a way to convey to him that Whitney should be off-limits.
So, I just pointed to the conveyor belt with my chopsticks.“You better eat while we’re here.I doubt the nightclub will be serving food.”
Henry grabbed a plate of sushi without looking and continued to flirt with Whitney.She responded in kind, and I found myself looking at Morgan, who had a helpless expression on her face.
“I guess you can’t pretend I’m not here now,” I teased.
She sighed, wiping her fingers on her napkin.“I’m sorry.I was rude when you sat down.It just…caught me off guard.Seeing you here, especially after we almost…” Her voice lowered, her shoulder touching mine as she leaned closer so our friends, who were absorbed in their own conversation, wouldn’t hear.“Well, you know.”
“Let’s try and forget about that,” I said too quickly, and regretted the words the moment they left my mouth.
She stilled, her fingers tightening around her chopsticks.“Right.Just like we’re supposed to forget about the night we met,” she replied.
I arched a brow.“I thought you said that night wasn’t worth thinking about?”I shot back.
Her cheeks turned pink as I called her out on pretending she wasn’t affected by our night together.“I did say that,” she admitted, her voice quieter, more sincere.“But apparently that’s easier said than done.”
I held her gaze and was equally truthful.“I shouldn’t think about it either, but I do.”Far too fucking much.
The air between us felt charged.Heavy.Like if either of us said one more honest thing, something would shift in a way that we couldn’t take back.
I cleared my throat and leaned back, trying to find solid ground.“I know this situation isn’t ideal.Me being at GalvaTech, us having to work together.But, what if we call a truce?”
Her brows rose.“A truce?”
“Yeah.”I kept my voice low, for her ears only.“The truth is, I don’t want to forget about our night together because despite the way it ended, you were more than just a random hookup.I’m still attracted to you, clearly, and I think you feel the same.”
“I do,” she said, nodding slowly, cautiously.“What are you proposing, exactly?”
I exhaled a deep breath.“I’d like to think we can at least be friends.”
The word immediately tasted wrong in my mouth.Friends didn’t think about each other the way I thought about her.They didn’t replay sexy conversations and heated moments in their head at two in the morning when they were tossing and turning and trying to sleep.They didn’t notice every small detail about the other, like how her entire expression softened when she was being genuine with me.Or how her cheeks flushed whenever she tried to pretend she wasn’t affected by our chemistry.
A friend definitely didn’t remember how it felt to be deep inside her and the sounds she made when she came.
Morgan bit her lower lip, considering my proposal.“You think being friends is possible?”
Honestly, the last thing I wanted was to be her damn friend.Not when I wanted to get my hands on her, explore every inch of her body, and watch her fall apart under me again.
