“Very convincing.” I give him a thumbs up. “We should probably talk?—”
“No, we shouldn’t,” he interjects, shaking his head.
“I know what you saw, and I didn’t mean to freak you out. I pushed a little, and you ran. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” I assure him, while a small fissure makes its way down the middle of my heart.
I’ve always had a crush on Rory, but I’ve never made it known…until the other day. For a moment, I thought he felt the same.
But he doesn’t. And he won’t.
I need to accept that.
“It’s not that—I didn’t—It’s just—” Rory becomes tongue-tied as his eyes dart around, looking everywhere but at me. “Ugh!”
My head slants at a concerned angle. “Are you okay?”
“I want to try something,” he finally says.
“Okay,” I say the word as if it’s a question.
Scratching his forehead, Rory bites his lip. “Hold still.”
Rory’s hands cup my face as he steps forward, backing me into the wall, and my breath hitches. Then his lips are on mine, making me freeze in place with my hands held out at my sides.
I blink a couple of times before it registers in my brain that this isn’t a dream. This is reality.
Rory is kissing me in real life.
My hands drop to his hip, pulling him in closer, and my mouth moves against his. I bite his lower lip, eliciting a low moan from him. His reaction spurs me on.
Coaxing his mouth open, my tongue slips inside. Each stroke that he returns sends more blood rushing to my cock.
Rory pulls his head away, staring into my eyes. His pupils are blown wide, and his breathing is erratic. “I—I?—”
I open my mouth to reassure him, but before I can get a word out, he drops his hands and darts into his office, the door swinging shut behind him.
Well…
That didn’t feel like rejection.
CHAPTER 7
SAVANNAH
Breathe. It’s just a building. Not a big deal. I can go in. Iwillgo in.
When Ghostline, I mean Hunter Reed, gave me his card, I didn’t know that the address would lead me here. The Godzilla of buildings in Midtown. RHL Solutions.
A quick Google search provided a brief overview of the business and its operations. I considered not taking a less-than-legal approach to accessing the system, but ultimately, I decided that hacking my new employer wouldn’t be a smart move.
Propelling myself forward, I enter RHL Solutions through the revolving door. I keep the wonderment circling my mind from showing on my face.
My vintage combat boots tap on the marble as I walk through the lobby. The crystal chandelier hanging from the elevated ceiling, the marble floors, and the opulent murals almost seem ostentatious, but it works. It screams money and sophistication.
I stop in front of the reception desk, holding a mousy-looking woman with a low-cut shirt, red lips, and manicured nails. The badge on her chest reads, “Blair.”
“Welcome to RHL,” she says with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “How can I help you?”
“I’m here for a meeting with Hunter Reed,” I respond confidently, even though I feel about a million miles away from confidence.
