Why jeopardize that?
Who was I kidding? The deed had already been done. We’d already jeopardized everything. I couldn't kiss her and then pleasure myself thinking about her, then the minute after thinking we could go back to normal. There was nothing ordinary about this. Nothing about us was standard, our history, our background, and the way we had crossed paths again.
Did being her boss, make it all wrong? Or was that just a silly excuse not to go for it?
What if we got together, and it was terrific, and it worked out for the best?
It could. This could work. There had to be something to it because the desire I felt for her wasn't healthy. It was consuming me--preventing me from focusing on my life and work in general—and it was hindering me because I was fighting it, but I was done fighting it.
And Melinda better be ready for it because I knew she felt it too. This couldn't build anymore. It couldn't be ignored. It couldn't be swept under the rug. Dancing around each other was not an option. Not any longer. I was done dancing. I was getting dizzy. It was time we came together and saw where this led.
When she woke up?
All bets were off.
