“Your standards are very low.”
“I’m very open-minded.”
I shake my head with a chuckle and stand from my chair. She wants to go slow, so I don’t step too close, but enough to satisfy my need for more of her. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know, little by little, and if you still want me by then, I won’t resist.”
“You already can’t resist,” she jokes, batting her lashes. “And again, nothing you could say will make me run away.”
“Wait until you know it all, then tell me again.”
She straightens up, standing a little taller, and twists so her body faces mine better. “Maybe you should lay it all on me now, so you believe me when I say I’m fine with it?”
I scan her for a moment, wondering if she can take it. “No,” I decide, lowering a little to bring my face closer to hers. “I’ll ease it into you, giving you just an inch until I know you can take it all.”
Her cheeks flush pink at the words, and I bite back a grin. “I can take it,” she breathes out. “All of it.”
“I know. But we’re going slow, remember?”
She nods and gulps nervously. Her gaze doesn’t know where to stay, oscillating between my eyes and my lips. “Ask for it,” I dare her, reminding her of my promise.
Her lips part, and I can almost taste how much she wants it. But that strength, that drive within her I love so much, has her resisting.
“Not yet,” she decides as she backs away to dispel the temptation.
Liquid fire flows through my veins, fueled by the insatiable desire that runs between us. But I ignore it and step away to give her the space she needs to heal.
“Anything else you needed, Walker?”
“No, I made up an excuse downstairs that I needed your help with a script, but I’m actually good.”
“You are?”
“Of course. I’m the script whisperer, remember?”
I answer her proud smirk with one of my own and, “How could I forget?”
She’s hesitant as she walks to the door, and before she gets there, I impulsively stop her. “Let me know if you want to have dinner or lunchbefore I leave for Seoul. I’d very much like to have another one of our talks.”
“I’d like that a lot, too, Lex. I’ll let you know when I’m available.”
“Good.”
We share one last look, and she opens the door to disappear back into the hallway. When I turn back to my desk, the mess on it and the reminder of what’s waiting on the screen are even less appealing than earlier.
Well, I might as well head to the Lair and see if someone needs my help because there’s no way I’ll get anything done. Not after Andrea’s visit. And I’d rather get glimpses of her than deal with numbers and estimates.
All day, every day.
Whatever we’re doing, it doesn’t feel slow. It feels very fast, actually. But I guess itisslow for us. Normally, we’d already be all over each other, fucking like wild rabbits at every chance we’d get. And it definitely felt slow when we didn’t share anything more than discreet looks and hidden smiles as he spent the day in the Lair.
So, I comfort myself by thinking we’re doing our version of slow, and it’ll have to be good enough.
But anyone else’s slow probably wouldn’t involve texting him after work, like I can’t go an hour without him. Tami’s sitting next to me, halfway into her rewatch ofScandal, so I’m being sneaky about it, angled away from her so she can’t see my screen.
Me
By the way, you’re taking me to lunch on Thursday.
Alexander
