“Yeah,” he mutters, pocketing his cell and wallet as he pushes to his feet.
I rush toward the door, more than ready to get out of this room and away from him, but before I make it, he stops me.
His hand wraps around my wrist, and with a gentle tug, he spins me around to face him.
His eyes search my face before landing on mine.
“What just happened?”
My mouth opens and closes, but I can’t find any words.
His expression darkens. “I knew I should have slept on the floor. I’m sorry. It was too much. I?—”
“No,” I say, pressing two fingers to his lips to stop him.
His eyes beg for me to tell him that it’s okay. But honestly, I have no idea what way is up right now.
“Everything is okay. I just…I need a coffee and…I don’t know, to forget it happened.”
A deep frown wrinkles his brow.
“F-forget?”
“Yeah. I’m your employee, Cole. That…” I say, gesturing to my bed. “We just got swept up in the moment. I get it.”
I tug my arm free, and thankfully, he releases me.
Turning my back on him again, I pull my bedroom door open and rush down the stairs.
I quickly gather up my things before opening the front door and marching toward my car, aware that Cole is following me.
The sun is just breaking across the horizon as we silently drive back to the city.
No words are said for the longest time, and I’m both relieved and incredibly frustrated by it.
I’m desperate for him to tell me that I’m wrong and that the reason I felt him pressed up against my ass this morning was because he wanted me. But also, I’m not sure I’d be able to handle hearing that.
Even if that was the case, we can’t let ourselves get involved.
I work for him.
It would inevitably go wrong, and before I know it, I’d find myself out of a job and heartbroken again because I know without a doubt that it would be entirely too easy to fall for Cole Hansley.
Hell, I’m pretty sure a part of me already has.
The way he looked at me last night. The lost expression on his face, the darkness in his eyes that was replaced by hope.
Or was that just the hopeless romantic inside me that saw all of that?
I am wishing for something that’s never going to happen.
I grit my teeth as tears burn the backs of my eyes for letting myself get dragged along by my foolish heart all over again.
“Freya? What’s wrong?” Cole asks, looking over at me, curled up in a ball on the passenger seat, battling with my emotions.
I look out the window, refusing to allow him to see the tears that are threatening to spill over.
“Nothing,” I state, but my voice isn’t as strong as I’d like it to be, and I fear it gives away everything I’m feeling.
