“All right.” Sawyer winked and walked away.
I had a feeling he knew way more about my situation with Griff than I was comfortable with. I doubted that Griff had shared much. Us being together the one time definitely was against policy. Anything after that was just more evidence stacked against us and would lead to me being fired. Me slipping him another chapter of my manuscript was definitely not work-appropriate. Me fantasizing about him the entire day and using that inspiration for my novel—well, I didn’t know that there was anything in the manual about that, but it definitely wasn’t whatI wassupposedto be doing. I was sure it counted as some sort of harassment.
I finished up the sentence I was working on, closed up my device, and packed it away. I slung my bag over my shoulder and met Griff’s gaze from across the room. He was putting on his jacket. A leather one that seemed to match his MMA fighter personality rather than the corporate personality he wore at work.
It seemed crazy that he was leaving at the same time as me. Griff always stayed late, many of the VPs did.
Did I wait for him? Did I talk to him? What was the protocol here? What did I want it to be? Well… I knew what I wanted… I just didn’t know if I had the courage to go after it.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to guess. The two of us were alone in the elevator.
“Did you have a good day?” he asked. His gazed roved over my body like he might be undressing me with his eyes. It sent a shiver down my spine.
I nodded. “It was a great day. Very productive.”
“Good. Do you have any exciting plans for the evening?”
I shook my head. “Just working.” If all went well, I would finish this scene between Grysten and Tobias, which would make my first draft complete. Then I could start working on revisions.
“I don’t have plans. I’d love for you to come over, and you can tell me about what you’re working on.” Griff had turned to face me now. He gazed down at me.
My breath hitched. He was offering a repeat of Friday night. Exactly what I wanted, what I had been afraid to ask for.
“You would?”
He stepped closer to me, reached over and hit the stop button on the elevator. Ensuring we wouldn’t be disturbed for this. His large frame towered over me, and suddenly, I was in the forest, being chased like I was prey. A low rumble sounded from Griff’s chest as his gaze roved over me. My cock plumped, pressing against the fabric of my pants.
“I finished the chapter you gave me.” Griff’s voice was low, and the timbre sent a shiver down my spine. My eyes fluttered closed as I tried to breathe through the excitement welling within me. “I can’t wait for more. It’s okay if you have a word count you have to hit. I can take a rain check for another day. Just tell me what works for you.”
“Tonight,” I said quickly before he changed his mind. My cock was making the decisions for me now. I was going to explode if I didn’t get his hands on me again.
He raised a brow. “You’re sure?”
“I got a lot of work done this weekend,” I said. “Double the number of words than I expected.”
He grinned. “There must have been something exciting that happened that was inspirational.” It wasn’t a question. He knew exactly what Friday night had done to me. I would be tapping into that memory long after Grysten and Tobias’s love story was finished.
I swallowed, and I watched as Griff’s eyes dropped from my lips to my throat. It was almost as if I could feel his lips there, like I had on Friday night when he licked and nibbled his way down my chest.
The air in the elevator thickened. I was going to overheat just looking at this mountain of man. He towered over me, and he wasn’t even trying. There was space between us, too much. Somehow, I was still not close enough to him.
“Do you have a car here?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I ride the bus.”
“Great. Why don’t I have you ride with me back to my place?”
I licked my lips. “That sounds great.”
I guess we were doing this.
Friday could have been written off as a one-time thing, something that happened in the heat of the moment. This time, we were going in eyes wide open, HR policy be damned.
Chapter 8
Griff
Each day, I looked forward to whatever chapter or snippet that Taylor would leave on my desk. Sometimes it was just edits from the day before or additions to scenes I had already read. He added things after his nightly inspiration. At least, that was what he was calling our get-togethers. I liked to think of them as dates, but if he was a little skittish on that idea, I supposed I could be patient until he came to terms with the fact that he and I were the real deal.
