Then he was out the door in a flash, taking with him all the panic and worry.
I didn’t have time to stop him. There wasn’t time to process my feelings and his. I was panicking, and then when I saw him do the same, I was suddenly grounded. I knew what needed to be said. I knew what I had to do. I stood from bed and wrapped my robe around my body before I left the room, going directly to his office, where I knew he liked to hide. I didn’t knock. I just opened the door and marched inside, letting the door close behind me. When he heard the door close, he stopped his anxious pacing, and he turned to look at me.
“It wasn’t a mistake,” I told him, walking closer. “You and I both know it.”
“It’s wrong. You’re too young. You’re technically family and an employee, and I used my power over you for my own benefit.”
I shook my head. “No, you didn’t. Something is changing with us. I feel it too. I know what I want, and it’s you. I know you want me too because I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me, every time we touch. I can feel it every time we kiss.” I moved closer, so our lips were only an inch apart. “Don’t think about anything else. Just tell me: right now, in this moment, do you want me?”
“Yes,” he instantly responded, his voice shaking.
“Then that’s all that matters.” I lifted myself on my tiptoes, pressing my mouth to his.
I almost expected him to pull away, to be full of doubt, but instead, he kissed me back. He wrapped his arms around me,and he deepened our kiss. His tongue pressed forward, and I opened wider for him, letting him come inside as I wrapped my arms around his neck, never wanting to let him go.
Our tongues twisted and explored, and I felt his cock harden, straining against his sweatpants and pressing against my stomach. I wanted to touch him, to hold him. So I let my right hand fall away from his neck. I moved it down his chest and stomach and slid beneath the waistband of his pants until I could wrap my fingers around him. He was large in girth, big enough that the tip of my thumb and middle finger could barely touch. I gently squeezed as I moved my hand from his base to his tip, and he moaned into my mouth.
He broke our kiss and let his head fall back as if he were looking at the ceiling.
“Fuck, it feels so good when you touch me,” he whispered, running his hands up my biceps. His eyes found mine again. “All this thinking has me all fucked up,” he confessed.
“Then stop.”
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, to the point where you could almost call it a smile. He leaned forward and kissed me again. In the blink of an eye, he pulled my hand away from him and picked me up. I squealed as my legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me around his desk, where he set me on the top.
He leaned over me, forcing me back as his mouth moved to my jaw and neck. His hands pushed their way through the gap in my robe, and he rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. A fire in my belly ignited, and I moaned softly, surprised by how pleasurable the light pain was. The junction between my thighs began to pulsate, and I found myself praying he’d go lower. Instead, he thrust forward, rubbing the hardness in his pants against me, making me gasp as the flash of need went racing through my body.
“Roman?” Monica called out, her voice just muffled enough to tell that she was approaching the office. “Are you in here?” she asked, before knocking.
Roman and I jerked away from one another, something on his desk clattering as our jarring actions rattled the desk. We jumped several feet away from one another, and I smoothed down my robe just as the door opened and Monica walked in.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were in here, Sasha. Was there a morning meeting I wasn’t aware of?”
I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head. “No, I just had to ask Roman a few questions before he takes off for the day. I’ll just let myself out.” I forced a smile as I stepped around him, noticing the item that we knocked over in our rush to get away from one another was a picture frame. Guilt settled in my stomach as I realized that was a picture of Chloe.
I slipped out of the office and made the quick escape to my own room, where I stripped down and stepped into the shower. I took a seat on the built-in bench and brought my knees to my chest as I wrapped my arms around them. The spray from the shower could only hit my toes, which were dangling off the bench, but the space was filling with steam, and I absorbed it.
Roman was right. Thinking only fucks with your head.
“What am I supposed to do now, Chlo?” I muttered to the nothingness. The funny thing was, I knew what she would say to me if I asked her about any random guy.
She’d tell me to enjoy every minute of it because falling in love is sometimes better than being in love. But would she tell me that if she knew the man I was falling for was the man she thought she’d spend forever with? That is what made everything so complicated. If she were still around, she and Roman would still be madly in love. I was sure of it.
Deep down, I wondered what it was that he saw in me. I was nothing like my sister. If Chloe was the sun with her warmskin, blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, I was the night. My light colored skin resembled the moon, and my dark hair was like the midnight sky. She was outgoing, funny, and flirtatious. I was shy, quiet, and reserved. How could the same guy be attracted to both types? I questioned if he was really attracted to me or if I was just easy access, but that was just my self-doubt talking. I knew how he felt because I could see it in his eyes, I could feel it in the pull that had developed between us. And truth be told, it didn’t matter how guilty I felt, because getting to explore this feeling for the first time, it was enough to bury all else. He may have been hers first, but she was gone, and he was up for grabs. What was that saying? Is all fair in love and war?
But why did this feel like a constant war?
TWENTY-EIGHT
ROMAN
“Ican’t go right now,” I told Monica, after she explained the reason for her impromptu home visit.
“What do you mean, you can’t go? You’ve been working on this deal for the last year. Now’s the time.”
“Fuck, you’re right,” fell from my lips. “How much time do I have?”
She looked at her watch. “An hour, tops.”
