"And next time…" She has a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe don’t wake me up in the middle of the night by screaming at me like a lunatic."
I chuckle under my breath. "Can I wake you up in other ways?"
“And we’re back.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
CIARA
I scowlat the two cups of coffee in my hands as I walk down the hall to Ronan’s office. I can’t believe I’veofferedto get it.
When I push the door open with my hip and enter the room, my eyes immediately lock onto Ronan, who’s sitting behind the large mahogany desk, and a rush of warmth spreads through my body.
“So, what am I working on today?” I cross the room and set the coffee down on the desk.
He instantly bristles as he looks at the cup.
“What? It’s black like your soul.”
“I’d appreciate it if you’d use a coaster.” He reaches for what looks like a piece of slate beside his keyboard and sets the steaming mug down on top of it. “This desk is antique.”
I settle into my chair beside him. “Just like you.”
“Hilarious.” He pulls the keyboard closer to him and starts typing.
I lean back in my seat, crossing my legs and sipping on my coffee as I watch the muscles in Ronan’s forearms flex as hetypes. I swear, he only rolls his sleeves up to tempt me, and to my dismay, it’s working.
For the last two nights, I’ve slept in my own bed, and the absence of Ronan’s body has been almost painful; I was close to sneaking into his room and climbing on top of him just for some relief.
But for some reason, I couldn’t do it. Not because I thought he’d turn me away, but because each time I allow myself to get close to Ronan like that, he takes a little piece of me with him.
My body is so attuned to him that even being in the same room has heat building between my legs, to the point where I’m pretty sure all he’d have to do is say my name and I could climax.
Which isexactlywhy I need to keep my distance. I can’t allow Ronan Sullivan to have such power over me like that.
“You didn’t answer my question.” I take another sip of my coffee.
“You ask a lot of questions.” He’s still typing away.
“What am I working on today?”
He sighs before leaning over the side of his chair and opening the bottom drawer of the desk.
“I got you this.” He pulls out a brand-new laptop and sets it down.
I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from smiling because not only did Ronan get me a laptop, it’s also rose gold.
“It’s so pretty.” I run my hand over it.
“It’s a work computer.”
“Oh, so I can’t watch porn on it?”
Ronan audibly chokes on his breath, and I laugh as I pull the laptop toward me.
“I’m kidding.”
I sneak a look at Ronan and notice his entire body is rigid, and I smother another grin.
