His words shock me out of my stupor. I look up to see his eyes bearing down on me, amused and hauntingly sexy.
“Ex-excuse me?” I ask, shocked at his bluntness.
“Your lips,” he repeats, pointing. “I saw you were licking the bottom one. Thought maybe it was bothering you.”
Is he…flirting with me? Coming on to me?
I’m his boss. I run this company. I could fire him in an instant. He should be afraid of me.
“Nothing is wrong with my lips,” I reply. “I just wanted to meet you because—”
“That’s good,” he interrupts, coming around to my side of the desk.
“What are you—?”
He sits casually on top of my things like this ishisoffice and not mine. I’m looking up at him now.
I can feel the heat from his body. I can even smell his scent, like he hasn’t showered in a couple days. But it’s glorious. Like man perfume.
“I wanted to talk to you too and ask for some time off for the holidays.”
There’s a pause as we stare at each other. A tense moment like a guitar string stretched too tight.
“Time off,” I repeat. “You’re kidding, right?”
“I’m not,” he chuckles. It’s like he’s already assuming I’m going to give him what he’s asking for.
But I want to keep him here.
I’m not taking time off. I’ll be here every day until everyone gets back. Having him be here with me would be…well, it would be like my own little gift to myself.
“You have family to go home to?” I ask him. He shakes his head.
“No.”
“A girlfriend then?” This time, he nods.
“Yes.”
My stomach flips. Jealousy burns through me like a hot poker stabbing me in the chest.
His eyes are unforgiving, gripping me like he has an actual hold on my body. Try as I might, I can’t look away.
Thankfully, he turns—but not before bowing, almost mocking my status as his boss.
“Thanks, boss. Have a good Christmas.”
He turns his back on me, and my eyes rake up his body, searching for the lines of his physique beneath his clothes.
His strong, thick hand reaches out for the door. What do his palms feel like? Are they rough like a man’s should be?
He takes a step, and his pants snug up over the muscular curves of his backside.
Oh my God, he’s got a great ass…
I don’t think like this. These thoughts are foreign to me.
I’m Kathryn Meyer, CEO of Meyer Enterprises. I don’t get distracted. But the thought of Blake going home to some girl—the thought of himbeing withher—causes something inside me to snap.
