While still stroking him, I try, but sleep evades me. After a few minutes, “Right Here Waiting” by Richard Marx comes on the radio, and Saylor starts to hum to the tune.
“What is it with you and eighties songs?” I chuckle, opening my eyes again to look down at him.
“The music of this decade is unmatched. Sleep, Boo. I’ll be waiting here when you wake up.”
I hope he’s right.
I feel drowsy and close my eyes, falling asleep to him softly singing the song, the melody lulling me into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
FORTY-SEVEN
There isa knock on my office door, and I stand from my desk, walking to the front to lean against it. I see Sloan waiting anxiously on the other side of the glass door, but she can’t see me.
No one can see in.
It’s nearly time for the crews to come back from the day on the boat, and I asked Stephanie to send Sloan up to me, who doesn’t know why.
But I need to know.
Once and for all.
If I’m going to do this, allow myself to get invested, and step up to the challenge Hunter has set, I need to be sure of it. Although I’m not even sure I’d let her go if she proved me wrong.It’s bordering on obsession. I had a taste, the best freaking kiss I’ve ever had, and now, now I can’t stop thinking about her.
I was a coward and froze.
I saw it in her eyes. I didn’t do myself any favors with how I acted after the kiss. But it was just too much. I was overwhelmed, short-circuiting.
Not anymore.
I’ve had time to think.
Time to obsess.
I want her,needher. And if I don’t act now because of my hang-ups, I will miss my opportunity and can watch Hunter or Nash flaunt her in front of me for the rest of my life. Which can’t happen. So, I have to find out.
“Come in,” I tell her after letting her stew a little longer, and she comes in quickly.
Looking so damn beautiful, a little tinge of red on her cheeks, her breaths come quickly.She’s nervous.
“You… wanted to see me?” she asks, unsure, and I see her hands tremble slightly before she forms them into fists by her side.
“Yes, I have your paycheck ready here for you,” I tell her, grabbing the check from my desk and reaching out to her.
She comes a step closer, takes the check from me, and looks at it. “That’s… very generous. I didn’t think I would make this much.” She looks at me with a frown.
Well, that’s not the part I was wondering about, but it already gives me a clue.
“That’s the same amount William gets for his work here with us,” I state.
Which is true.
“Okay, then, thank you, I guess,” she mumbles, giving me a small smile. “Now I’m finally able to get my heater and out of your hair.”
Oh, you’re not going anywhere if I have any say in it.
“I have a proposition for you,” I tell her, standing a little straighter.
She looks at me critically. “And that would be?”
