“Idon’t think you know what that means.” My eye twitched when his smile stretchedand I realized I’d walked into a trap. “Yeah, but you should know better.You’re the boss.”
Heleaned forward. “That is the problem, isn’t it?”
Myrighteous anger melted into confusion. “What’s the problem?”
“I’mthe boss.”
“That’sbeen clearly established. Believe me.” I stared at him. “Wait, what?”
Hestood and towered over me. My heart stopped. He took another step towards me.My heart jumped into a sprint, racing as fast it could go, beating franticallyagainst my poor, fragile breastbone.
“Theproblem is that I’m the boss.” The back of his hand brushed the underside of myjaw. “Otherwise, we could do something about the way we drive each othercrazy.”
NowI couldn’t swallow and my stomach doing somersaults was making me dizzy. Iblamed all of this on him. Somehow my voice still came out breathy, forgiving,perplexed. “How could we do that?”
Hishead dropped so he could whisper in my ear. “Use your imagination.” I leanedinto him, hating the tickle and savoring the feel of him all at once. He took astep back, depriving me of him too soon. “But I can swear to you, I’d find away to work your name in. And I’m fairly confident you’d remember to use mine.”
Washe serious? Sex? He was talking about sex?
Whatthe ever-loving what?
Hesat back down on the edge of his desk, his arms folded over his chest again, smugand arrogant and so fucking full of himself.
Nope.This could not stand.
Hecould not do an interview like that, work me into a frenzy like this, smile atme, and then do whatever the hell he just did and get away with it.
Idecided I needed to teach him a lesson. And put my libido out of its misery.
Steppinginto the space between his legs, I gripped his coat collar with two hands andleaned forward until my mouth was an inch above his. “Don’t be so sure ofyourself.” The wickedness in my plan pulled a smirk from me and I savored theway his breath hitched, and his body went rigid. He had expected me to walkaway.
Orrun away.
See?He’d underestimated me again.
Ilet my mouth brush over his. “It’s not a given that’d I’d remember your name,chef. You might turn out to be totally forgettable.”
“Nota fucking chance.” His voice was low, hoarse.
Iwasn’t sure who moved first. Whether it was him or me or both of us crashingtogether all at once in a tangle of lips and tongue and teeth. His hands wereon my waist, pulling me closer, holding my body against his, searing me withthe same heat that had branded my lips.
Hetasted like coconut, and his lips were surprisingly cool to the touch like he’djust finished taking a drink of something cold. For as rock hard as the rest ofhis body was, his lips were the opposite. Lush and pillowy and too addicting.
Ourkiss was frantic, unfamiliar and wild. I couldn’t get enough of him. The more Ikissed him, the more I wanted. The more I needed.
Andthe more we practiced, the better we got too. I learned the contours of hismouth, the tilt of his head, the sound he made in the back of his throat when Isunk my teeth into his full bottom lip. God, this man.
Hismouth moved from mine to trail kisses along the curve of my jaw, the length ofmy neck, the spot just behind my ear. And down so he could nip at my collarboneand do wicked things with his tongue to the hollow of my throat.
Ishivered, a full body tremble that he caught with his arms wrapped around mywaist. He laid his head on my breasts, holding me to him in an embrace thatfelt part genuine and part fear. I looked down at the top of his head andcouldn’t help but whisper, “What are we doing?”
Hepulled back and grinned at me. “I think it’s pretty obvious.” He pressed alingering kiss to the underside of my jaw. “But I can show you again if you’restill confused.”
Iset my hands on his shoulders, holding him at a distance. “Wyatt, this iscrazy.”
Hissmile was less sure this time, but just as powerful. Maybe because it wasnervous… insecure… maybe because it wobbled and sort of fell and hit me rightin the chest. I wanted to bring it back in full. I wanted to wrap my armsaround him and hold him to me, making sure he never looked uncertain again.
Thatwasn’t who he was. He was confident to a fault. Cocky and fearless; completelysure of himself.
