“I did.”
“But no recurrences?”
Her lips folded, her attention drawing back to the TV. He waited patiently on her response. “I think I liked it too much. I could hardly focus at work today. Isn’t that just crazy?” She chuckled, but it came out a bit broken.
Emily knew he could definitely hear a hint of the battle inside her, the push and pull of wanting him and being somewhat afraid that she did.
Nicolas’s hand grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him, his eyes heated. “It’s not crazy at all. I’ve had to reschedule three meetings today because I kept thinking of you. And when I think of you, it fucks up the flow of things. For the first time ever, I had a hard time leaving that note while you were in bed. I wanted to join you in it instead.”
“But you can’t,” she said remorsefully. “Because this is fake.”
Her eyes stayed on him. Wanting him to correct her. She wanted him to say something of a different nature.
Nicolas’s face simply went back to that unreadable expression that was like the old him.
“If that’s what you want.”
She clumsily drew for another sip of wine, letting the taste sit on her tongue before asking, “Is that whatyouwant?”
He didn’t hesitate. “I only care about what you want. Nothing else matters.”
She set the drink back down with a hum. “What if I said I want to know whatyouwant?”
“You.”
She stared at him, stunned. He didn’t react, eyes calm as if he was owning what he’d said and something about that was so sexy.
“If I say that, will you stop with the guessing game and let me under your blanket?”
Emily felt the laugh bubble out of her before she could stop it.This man…His grin grew and she couldn’t help but nod.I guess this will have to do for now.
Nicolas wasted no second in slipping under the blanket, positioning himself to her right side. He made sure she had the majority of its coverage before releasing a sigh. “Now that’s more like it.”
She smiled at the look on his face. “Hey, don’t get too comfortable. I’m only allowing this much for tonight.”
He shook his head. “Why, thank you, Your Highness.”
Her grin was painfully wide at that.
“Now, tell me, what’s your favorite color?”
She look at him, confused. “You already know this…you know everything.”
“I do,” he agreed easily, “but for these things, I only know what you’ve told others. Not what you’d tell me. I’d like to hear everything from you personally. I’ve been wanting to, and now’s the perfect timing.”
Her heart fluttered with that stupid feeling again.
She bit her lip. “Okay, it’s purple.”
His lips quirked up. “You said yellow in your interviews.”
“Itwasyellow, but I changed it.” Her eyes narrowed. “What, I can’t?”
A smile tugged onto his face. “You can. You always can.”
Her defenses fell. Her heart was racing this time.
“What were you thinking right before I kissed you?”
