“Your trouble, you know that?”
“I know,” I agree, feeling my cheeks warm. “So, can I come in?”
Blake’s throat works, his jaw ticking as he wordlessly pulls the door open a couple of inches, giving mejust enoughspace to slide inside. But not enough that I can pass him without my body brushing his.
I swear he does it on purpose.
That thought makes my body light up, my nipples beading against the thin material of my sports bra and crop top before I can tell my body to calm the fuck down and stop barrelling towards ‘I’m horny’ town.
I hardly get a glimpse of his apartment, before Blake is gripping the curve of my hip, turning me to face him.
He peers down at me, concern etched deeply into his features, creating a crease between his brows. “What’s wrong, Calla?”
My eyes threaten to close at the feel of his bare hand gripping my body, the warm, dry heat of his palm seeping through the thin material of my gym shorts. I try to fight my body’s response, but it’s no good; there’s just something about Blake’s touch that my body responds too.
“Calla?” A finger ducks under my chin, forcing me to peel open and lids blink out of my reverie. “What. Is. Wrong?”
“Nothing.” I pop my shoulders. “I-I just hate the way we left things.”
Blake’s eyes soften. “Me too.”
I lick my lips. “You stormed off without saying anything to me. Twice.”
“I did.”
“And you looked… upset. Both times. It hasn’t been sitting right on my heart, so I’ve come to check up on you.”
Blake squeezes my hip before he takes a step back, putting an inch or so of space between us.
I hate it.
“I wasn’t upset, Calla.” He shakes his head. “Pissed off more like.”
“Why?”
“Because your co-worker, Thomas, is a prick.”
I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh loudly. “Oh, I know.”
“You know?”
“Mhm.”
“How on earth do you put up with him?”
“I have to; he’s my boss’ nephew. He practically gets away with murder.”
Blake flattens his lips. “Of course he does. Do you know he implied the two of you were sleeping together when I went to sign that damned document?”
A grin dances across my lips. “Jealous, are we?”
Blinking, Blake opens his mouth and then shuts it again, as if only just realising the words that have escaped him.
“Come on,” I coax, stepping forwards until we’re almost chest to chest. I, oh so desperately, want him to play with me, to step out of his rigid steel box of rules that he’s set himself in. “Tell me the truth, Blake.”
Silence stretches out between us. It feels like it lasts an age, even though it’s probably only a heartbeat or two, untilBlake gives me his answer. “I know I have no right to be, but yes, actually.”
I repress a giddy squeal, the corners of my lips up ticking in a pleased smirk. “I like it; green is your colour. But there’s no need, I wouldn’t go near Thomas McAvoy if I was the last woman on earth.”
