I look up to see her biting down on her lip like she’s...trying not to laugh?
“Are you sure you’ve made this before?”
She giggles, and I feel it immediately between my legs.
“I haven’t made thisexactdish before, no, but the recipe seemed pretty straightforward.”
She purses her pink lips, and I feel an intense desire to taste them. I never got the chance the other night, my animalistic need taking me straight to the basic act of sex. Now, every time I see her, I mentally kick myself for not spending more time savoring her.
One small kiss wouldn’t hurt anything. . .
I find myself subconsciously leaning toward her, and I notice goose bumps prickling her skin.
My phone buzzing brings me back to reality. She lets out a sigh, backing away from me.
I pull it out of my front pocket, seeing Jackson’s name on the screen with a text.
“Do you like grilled cheese?” she asks.
I look up at her. “Who doesn’t like grilled cheese?”
She doesn’t smile; she simply turns to walk into the pantry. I watch her backside as she goes, my mind in the gutter. Surely, this can’t be an act, or she’d be trying to sleep with me again. If she were an agent, she definitely would be.
This had better be good, Jackson.
Jackson
Finally decoded the bugs I found in your penthouse. They’re definitely from Tycos. Software was Russian.
The heat I was feeling turns to ice. Kate isn’t just an agent. She’s with the Russians.
I attempt to regain control of my emotions as she comes out of the pantry with a loaf of bread.
“Found it! Eloise has an intense organization system going on in there.”
She places it on the counter, opening the fridge to pull out cheese and butter. My pulse quickens, and I force myself to calm down as I tuck the phone away.
I can do this. I was trained for this.
You’re gonna have to play this game with her.
You get to play this game with her . . .
I count to ten in my head as she begins to spread the butter on the bread and stick it in the pan. After my blood pressure seems to drop back down to a safe range, I slowly walk up behind her. I place one hand on the countertop next to her, the other reaching around her waist to turn down the knob controlling the heat.
“You have it too high,” I whisper into her ear, making sure I’m just close enough for her to feel my breath warmth on her skin.
She’s motionless, melting under my nearness like the butter in the pan. I’m about to kiss her neck—as a part of the game—when she slides out of the cage of my arms. Her wide eyes are the color of the sea. She visibly swallows, wrapping her arms around herself.
“I should go.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
I clench my jaw. She takes another slow, deep breath before walking all the way around my kitchen island to exit instead of going the short way beside me. I don’t move until I hear the elevator doors close.
Right when I think I know how this is going, she completely surprises me.
Is it because I’m her boss?That’s the least of my concerns, but that might be because I’m the one in power. I could fire her, which would cut off her access.
I run a hand through my hair before I pull out my phone to call Jackson.
