Ignoring his question, I shoot him a warning glance, lifting my eyes to meet his briefly before proceeding to harass my keyboard.
“Great. Excellent. Well, whatever’s happened better not affect our work,” he says, voice dry.
I lift my gaze to his again. “It won’t affect our work. I told you it wouldn’t. Nothing happened.”
“Bollocks,” he says, a cheeky smirk lifting his lips.
I roll my eyes. “I have work to do, so if there’s a reason for your visit, I’d appreciate it if you’d cut to the chase.”
His eyebrows reach his hairline. “Don’t forget I’myourboss, you little bitch.”
I roll my lips to stop myself from cracking a smile.
“Let’s try again. What happened?” he says, talking to me like a child.
I release a harsh exhale. “So… we slept together.”
Henry rolls his eyes. “Obviously. We’re talking aboutyou—that’s implied. What went wrong? Was it bad?”
I stop typing. “Firstly,” I say, putting one finger up, “I feel like that was an insult. Secondly”—I raise a second finger—“no. It wasn’t bad. It was anythingbutbad, and that’s the issue.”
He scrunches his nose. “Why is that an issue? Last time I checked, a good shag is nothing to sneeze about.”
I glare at him.
“Oh. You like him, don’t you?” His voice has a taunting lilt. He adjusts in his seat, making himself comfortable like he owns the place.
“Of course I don’t like him.” I pause to consider my next words. “I like his penis.”
“You like everyone’s penis.”
Dammit. He’s right. Well, excluding Tim.
“Excuse me. Rude. I don’t like your penis.”
“You’ve never seen my penis,” he deadpans.
“Is that an invitation?” I ask, teasing. When he glares at me, I pump my eyebrows suggestively to get a rise out of him. It’s working. He’s chewing his cheek to stop himself from laughing.
A knock against the wooden doorframe causes Henry and me to jump.
Hand to my chest, I catch my breath as I lock eyes with the man who’s been haunting my every thought.
He stands tall in the doorway, looking like a god. He leans on his shoulder, one leg crossed in front of the other, to-go coffee in hand, jawline chiseled. He’s wearing my favorite suit—navy blue. It makes the crystalline in his ocean eyes pop.
He doesn’t spare Henry a glance as his gaze penetrates mine, and a swarm of butterflies erupts in my stomach.
Detecting the shift in energy, Henry clears his throat.
I must remember to get some crystals for my office.
“Max, good morning. I hope you had a great weekend,” Henry says, his face bright.
Max arches a thick brow. “Henry,” he says, nodding in acknowledgment before his eyes bore into mine again. “Gemma.”
Henry swivels back around to face me, fixing me with awhat the helllook. I tap my polished nail lightly over the mahogany surface in front of me.
“Good morning, Max.” I keep my tone cool while inside, my body doesn’t know whether to scream or cream. It’s quite the quandary.
