@pancakesareelite:
*removes pool ladder*
@theanswerisno:
I regret this
@pancakesareelite:
Fine. I’ll undo it
No, no, no.
Elizabeth and her inviting mouth pulled away from me. She scrambled off the desk and fastened the button on her blouse that had become undone, which should be a crime against humanity.
I spun around, sucking in a deep breath, but it did nothing to stop the pulsing in my ears or the buzz in my fingertips. My lips tingled where hers had been, and my tongue? It wanted more. So much more. I couldn’t even risk a glance in her direction. I paced away seconds before Anders and Mitchell Herman walked through my office door.
“I told you we’d find him here.” Anders glanced between Elizabeth and me.
She leaned across the long drawing, her left palm pressing onto the French curve and her right hand shakily sketching.
“Although I didn’t expect you,” Anders said to Elizabeth.
She looked at them, her cheeks pink. I now knew how soft and warm they were against my mouth.
What have I done?
She stepped forward with an outstretched hand. That hand had been in my hair seconds ago. I wanted it back.Ahhhhh.
“Hi, I’m Elizabeth. I’m part of the internship program.”
Elizabeth was my intern. What the heck have I done?
Mitchell took her hand as Anders added with a knowing glance, “The Gordon-Bettencourt.”
Mitchell’s brows popped up as he considered her with a mixtureof expressions, none of which I enjoyed. She curled away from their greedy, wanting eyes.
I stepped between them, shielding her and stuck out my own hand. “Mitchell, it’s good to see you.”
He took my hand. “You work far too hard.”
“I have to when you’re around,” I said, and we laughed. I’d learned what I calledcorporate humor, a careful mix of flattery and passive-aggressiveness. Land it, and you’re in with the big bosses. Go too far, and you’re excluded from all the important decisions. “How can I help you?”
“You know what, boys? How about we have this discussion over drinks,” Anders said.
Mitchell cheered in response, and I offered them a quick nod, despite wanting to stay here.
“I suppose we’ll continue on Monday,” I said in Elizabeth’s direction, but I was too afraid to look into those eyes. Not when her beautiful, emotive face was likely doing everything to remain neutral.
A face I’d touched—kissed—only moments ago.
A heavy arm swung around my shoulders. Mitchell was an overly physical man. He slapped me on the back when laughing. Shook my hand for a moment too long, and if it wasn’t a business meeting, he’d probably challenge me to a wrestling match.
“Your team lost this weekend,” he said with one of those loud laughs.
A team I only picked to be able to converse with him. “We’ll get you next time,” I said, and before we rounded the corner, I peeked back and caught Elizabeth’s bewildered gaze. Her lips still swollen from the intensity at which we’d kissed.
That kiss, that delicious kiss that undoubtedly rewired my brain, could put our jobs on the line. If Anders had walked in one secondearlier, he’d have found me flush against her body, my hands savoring the piece of exposed skin between the hem of her shirt and the waist of her pants.
