“She’s happy to join you today at noon. I’ll put the details on her calendar. You have a good day, too.” I know that running to the bathroom won’t get me out of this conversation, but it will for now. As I shut the door, I hear Jessica yell, “I hope your legs are smooth and you are up to date on all your grooming!”
Oh, I definitely am.
twenty-three
. . .
WYATT
I’ve finally convincedBlair to have lunch with me on the days I work out of the TWA offices. She brought Stella along last week. I hoped it meant she didn’t trust herself to be alone with me. But she’s controlled herself just fine this week. Everything has been professional but friendly. It’s been nice getting close to her again, but now I can’t get her out of my head. She’s playing the lead role in all of my shower scenes. I admit I’m looking for any excuse to spend time with her out of the office, even better if we’re alone.
She still hasn’t agreed to join me for Jake’s wedding. It’s a mind fuck that I’m desperate for her to say she’ll go but also terrified she’ll go. It’s jumping right into dating vibes.
But she has a magnetic pull that I can’t resist.
Maybe it’s because we grew up together. Spending time with her was the best part of my day. When she asked me to be her first, my heart stopped. I wanted to be her first everything. I was already possessive, but this sealed that she would be mine forever.
The elevator door slides open, and I don’t notice she’s walking in behind me until I reach to press the button for ourfloor. I almost swallow my tongue. She’s wearing a black dress that stretches around every single curve of her body like it’s trying to hold on for dear life. I’m not sure how she got the dress on or, more importantly, how I could slide it off her. If I was curious about what she looked like under her clothes, I have a good idea now. The material stops mid-thigh, and her legs are bare all the way down to her black pointed heels. She taps her foot, and I snap my eyes back up to see her trying to hide a smirk.
Busted again.
“You look incredible.”
I’m surprised to see her cheeks flush.
“Thank you.”
“Not what I expected the dress code to be for a Monday morning.”
I move closer to her as the doors close, crowding her against the back wall.
“Is that a good or bad thing?” she asks.
“Very good. Or maybe bad. Who did you put this dress on for?”
The chime of the elevator reaching our floor has us moving apart, but I’m not ready to end whatever connection we started behind closed doors. I hold my hand out so she can exit, and then I follow her, getting another perspective of the dress to admire.
“Stop looking at my ass,” she says without looking back.
“I can’t. It’s literally perfection.”
That gets a small huff of a laugh from her as she looks over her shoulder at me and rolls her eyes.
I follow her down the hall and into her office, surprising her when I shut the door behind me and lock it.
“What are you doing?” Her eyebrows make a V, and she looks irritated as she walks toward me. When she reaches past me to unlock the door, I grab her wrist.
“Wait.”
She glares at me, hesitant about my intentions. I watch her look from my lips to my eyes and back to my lips again. Then I lean in a little closer, almost to her lips but not touching them. We’re basically breathing into each other.
“Wyatt.” She says my name like a plea, and I use it as permission to place my hands on her hips. Her hands grip my wrists as they move, but she doesn’t stop me. I know I shouldn’t be in here, but I can’t resist. Every time I’m here, I’m forced to sit through meetings while watching her pull her hair over her shoulder and rub her hands down her neck—or bite her lip while she’s reading documents.
It’s not just her body or how she looks, though. She is fucking smart. She could run this agency. Every time we’re in a meeting, the other departments continually defer to her for information or approval. She’s been that way since I’ve known her: a natural leader and able to convince anyone to follow her.
I lean forward and dust my lips against hers. God, I love her lips. I take it slow to give her time to tell me what she wants. She takes in a breath and hesitates, not responding to me immediately, but then her hands slide up my arms, and she reaches around my neck. She presses her lips against mine, and I tilt my head for a better angle. My arms wrap around her, and I feel every part of her body against mine. I’m instantly hard, and when a small moan escapes her, I know she can feel me. My hands run across her curves and down her thighs, and I want nothing more than to reach under her dress. I’m obsessed with knowing if she still feels the same.
She runs the fingers from one hand through the short hairs at the base of my neck while dragging her other hand slowly across my chest, caressing each curve and dip like she’s trying to memorize my body. I pull her leg up over mine and movemy hand up the inside of her thigh until my thumb grazes her center.
