“He’s a jerk anyway, so I doubt I’m the one to blame,” she reminds me calmly in a rasp.
Now isn’t the moment to highlight to her that she’s right, or that I couldn't care less about a minor account.
We both step closer, closing the distance.
“You’re a problem, Savannah.” She shakes her head gingerly, disagreeing. “Yes, you are. You make people think irrationally.”
“I’m not apologizing for that.”
“I’m not saying you should. I’m merely commenting on how you are a horrible assistant.”
Her hands drop to rest on the hourglass of her hips, and she is pissed. “I’m the best at what I do, so your feedback is not accepted.”
I drag my hand across my face and jut my jaw out because I’m frustrated. “Fine. You’re not a normal assistant.”
“Feedback still not accepted.”
“You take no accountability for your actions.” Now I’m listing ridiculous accusations to buy me time.
She throws her hands in the air and growls. “What horrible boss are you? What action accountability should I take?”
We’re bickering and going in circles, and I’ve got to stop this because maybe I’m redeemable in the next few seconds. I shouldn’t have dragged her in here because of my own self-anger.
“Well, what is it, Mr. Haven? What is it that makes me the worst assistant ever?” she snipes at me.
That’s it.
Time now struck, and I’m not at all a redeemable man.
In a quick movement, I take an easy step forward to close the space between us and tangle my hand in her hair to yank her away slightly, my eyes dropping to her lips before shooting back to her eyes, which show no sign of fear, only excitement.I bring her mouth closer to me, feeling herwarmth. “You’re a distraction. A complete fucking distraction that makes it impossible to work around you,” I whisper before crashing my mouth onto hers.
The world goes quiet. I’m not used to that.
Our lips meet, and it’s a long, firm kiss. She doesn’t whimper, nor does she seem surprised by my quest to devour her lips.I feel her hands fisting the top of my blazer, and it isn’t to push me away. She holds on tight and even brings me closer.
She’s irritating, but we’re buzzing with electricity. We’re not starting with a gentle kiss; instead, it’s hungry. The moment that our tongues touch, she becomes more intoxicating.Her murmur only encourages me not to break our kiss. That would be the wise choice. But a horrible one because I’m greedy for her.
The brief break we take to catch our breath doesn’t deter us, because she answers me by bringing our contact deep and with intent. My hands cradle her face, and our noses brush before we find a better angle to continue our string of kisses, now hurried but still burning with fuel.
In a natural movement, my feet begin to walk her toward my desk, but my brain catches up, and I’m aware that putting her on my desk isn’t a smart idea. I’ve already complicated our fragile working relationship, and that’s purely with a kiss that is my guilty pleasure of the day.
I frame her face with my hands, and our lips brush slowly and softly because I’m reluctant to pull away. I can drag it out a little longer.When our lips seal together, it’s different—it’s tender, without the chaos. I would say this prolonged kiss is all my fault, except… she isn’t pulling away.
We both want this.
That’sverybad.
I have no idea how we are going to play this becauselogic hits me far too hard. My own recklessness is what she enjoys.
Which is why I begin to pull away, and my thumb traces her jaw to her swollen lips. Our breaths are ragged, and her eyes arrow straight into my chest, while my own focus is on her mouth.
“I… I’m going to go,” she states calmly.
I step back and swipe my hands through my hair. “Yeah. It’s a busy workday.” My voice is soft, and I’m aware the air has shifted to an unknown.
Savannah steps to the side, and our arms graze as she walks away to the door. “Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Wait, what?
