I stagger and blink at him, lips parted in confusion and lust sizzling under the surface. “Huh?”
“As I said previously, I’m patient,” he says, fully aware of the state he’s left me in. “I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
Yeah, but maybeI’m notpatient? Fuck, now I’m all hot and bothered and I want him to do something about it, but my dumbass told him not to. How stupid am I?
It’s hard to believe that the vulnerable and clingy man from last night is the same fox who just turned me on like never before.
And he barely even touched me!
***
Chomping on a vegan chocolate glazed waffle I ask, “Do you often have nightmares?”
He gapes at me and takes a sip of orange juice “The trauma my foster family caused has left rather permanent scars. It’s impossible to spend a single night without nightmares.”
“Do you usually manage to fall asleep afterwards?”
He smiles and gazes deeply into my eyes. “Usually, I stay awake the rest of the night and get some work done instead. But you may be the cure.”
I roll my eyes and take another bite of my waffle. “Right.”
“I’m serious. Usually, even if I try to fall asleep afterwards, I can’t, or I’m jolted awake by another nightmare. But when you were in my arms, I felt…safe.”
Me too.
“Is it alright for you to miss work? Won’t your brother get mad?” I ask, instead of spilling my honest feelings. “I hope you won’t get in trouble.”
He laughs almost arrogantly as he stabs his pancakes. “I texted that jerk last night that I would probably be late. Even if he were mad, he’ll have to get over it. Besides, I usually don’t have to be there in person. I can just work from home.”
“Convenient.”
“Same for you though. As a writer, you don’t need to physically be at the agency.”
I nod, sipping on my orange juice. “I mostly stay in my room and write. I’m rarely required to be there in person either, unless something urgent has to be discussed or physical copies need to be signed.”
“So, you’re free for the day?”
“Good try, but no. I have to work, since I’m on a deadline.”
Pouting, he grazes the back of my hand. “But I’m more fun than work, am I not?”
“That’s your opinion. I love my job.”
“Okay, okay, I give up for now. But at least agree to accompany me to the fundraiser organized by Lacroix Corporation tomorrow evening.”
I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Hanging out with him in public spaces is one thing but at a mediatized event? That’s risky. I don’t want to attract unnecessary attention.
But it could be fun, and who am I kidding? I enjoy spending time with him. More than I wish I did.
“Dress code?”
He grins. “Black tie of course.”
I nod and intertwine our fingers, granting me an angelic smile. “I’ll be waiting for you to pick me up then, Prince Charming.”
36
Visha
