“Ooh, yes. It’s the perfect weather for that,” she replies.
“Okay! I need to go to the restroom. I’ll meet you out front!” Ivy says as she steps inside the elevator.
Annalise gets up from her seat and grabs her purse, knocking over her sketchbook in the process.
“Damn it,” she mutters with a sigh.
“Here, let me get that for you.” Crouching down, I reach for the sketchbook, which is open to a page with a beautiful green gown.
I stare at it in awe, admiring the intricate details. “Your talents are wasted here. You should quit and start your own clothing line. I know it would be a huge success.”
She snatches the sketchbook from me. “Unlike you, I don’t have rich parents, nor am I a millionaire. Am I just supposed to pull the money out of my ass?”
I mean, it’s big enough…
“If you need help starting your business, I can help you. I have plenty of connections, and I’d promote your fashion line on my social media. And if you’re worried about the money, I’d be more than happy to give you?—”
“I’m not a damn charity case!” she snaps.
I let out a heavy sigh, shaking my head. “You confuse the hell outta me, Monroe. A few days ago, you were practicallybeggingme to fuck you. And now you can’t even stand being in the same room as me? Make up your damn mind.”
She shoots me a glare. “I was drunk. Don’t read too much into it.”
“What is it they say? A drunk mind speaks sober thoughts?”If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under. “But I wasn’t talking about that.” I flash her a cocky smile, keeping my voice low. “I’m talking about what happened on my couch.”
Her eyes widen, heat flooding her cheeks. My cock strains against my slacks from thinking about the look in her eyes and the sound of her soft moans as she straddled my lap.
The office begins to clear. Everyone is heading off to their lunch break, leaving me and Annalise alone.
“You were one hundred percent sober, and I know you wanted it as much as I did.”
She blows air out of her cheeks, rolling her eyes. “Okay, Kamado. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Stepping closer, I take her hand in mine, slowly tracing circles on her palm. “You don’t have to pretend like you didn’t enjoy feeling me between your legs.”
She parts her lips slightly, an insatiable gleam igniting in her eyes.
“How about we pick up where we left off?” I whisper, brushing my lips against her ear. “We can go to your boss’s office, and I’ll bend you over her desk and fuck you just like you’ve been wanting me to.”
The ache I have for her is unbearable. I need her now.
Suddenly, she shoves me off of her and the moment is over. “You are fucking unbelievable!”
I stare at her, thrown off by the sudden shift in her mood.
“You think you can waltz back into my life and pretend like nothing ever happened?” she snaps.
“What are you talking about?You’rethe one sending all these mixed signals! And now you’re getting mad at me for what?” I drag my hand through my hair, the frustration boiling over. “You are fucking impossible.”
“What happened last weekend shouldn’t have happened,” she says, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “And what happened now… That was a mistake. A lapse in judgment.” She lets out a short, bitter laugh. “Thank God I came to my senses before it went further.”
“Why do you keep lying to yourself, Annalise?”
“I’m not. Ihateyou. And I will always hate you. I’llneverforgive you for what you did.”
Before I can reply, the elevator door slides open and Ivy walks through.
“Girl, I’ve been waiting down there for ten minutes. Everything okay?” Ivy asks, her eyes flicking between us.
