“Could I really do that?”Keaton asked.His eyes were shining in a different way now.Excitement.I was offering him something that he had dreamed of.“I mean, my style isn’t all… pretty.Like the social media stuff we normally put out.I’m still a documentarian in style and I don’t know how much I could change that.”
I shook my head.“Gritty is good.Something new.Something authentic.”
Keaton grinned and laughed.He buried his head in his hands for a moment.“I thought you were going to fire me,” he said.“And you’re going to let me make videos instead!”
I cleared my throat.There was too much going on in this room.First I wanted to take him in my arms to stop him crying.Now I wanted to kiss that grin that was spreading across his face.
“We’ll try it,” I said.I needed to inject a note of caution here.“It might not work out.”
“Of course,” Keaton said with a rapid nod.“I don’t want to take advantage – I’ll work the same as anyone else.If it’s not good enough, you just pull the plug.But I’ll really try, I promise I will.”
His face fell.
“What is it now?”I asked in spite of myself.The words came out before I could modulate them.He had been so happy for a brief moment.
“Do you want me to go take a desk near the social media staff?”he asked.The breath caught in his throat.“Should I start the process of hiring a new secretary?”
I straightened up from my desk and took a possessive step towards him.“Absolutely not.”
“No?”Keaton asked.He withered a little.“You want Ace to do it?”
“You arestillmy secretary,” I insisted.I wanted to reach out and tilt his chin up and make him meet my gaze.I fought to keep my hand still.“You aremine.”
Keaton’s eyes flicked up to mine anyway.“Yours… your… your secretary, right?”
I swallowed.I had said too much.“Yeah.Right.”
Keaton’s eyes lingered on mine and dropped momentarily to my lips before returning.“… What does that mean?”
It was my turn to drop my gaze to his mouth.I lingered there until his cheeks heated with that pink flush I had craved so much.Then my eyes flickered down over the rest of him and back up to his eyes.
Stupid Keaton Dunbar.Stubborn Keaton Dunbar.Sexy Keaton Dunbar with his stupid and stubborn little mouth.
He was mine.
What did I mean by that?
I let go of everything else just for one headstrong moment.
It was time for me to show him.
I stepped forward and pressed my lips against his.
Keaton
I was on fire, body and soul.
Mr.Harvey’s hand circled my jaw and tilted my head up toward his.I rose onto my toes to reach him easier, to press myself up against his heated mouth.Mr.Harvey’s – no –Olly’slips were smooth and compelling, a silent order I was only too happy to comply with.I strained to be closer to him, to press the heat of his body against me, to entice him into a deeper kiss.I parted my lips for him and he kissed me deeper, deeper, deeper.Every cell in my body cried outyesandmoreandfinally!
There was a loud knock on the office doors.
We sprang apart as if we’d been electrocuted.Olly stared at me for a long, wild moment and then abruptly turned, his cheeks stained with two spots of red high up.He stalked to his bookcase and stood staring at it, hands on hips, as though there was something fascinating there that he needed to check on.I darted back behind my desk and dropped into my chair.
“Come in!”I called out, my voice still a little too high-pitched and breathy, but there was nothing that I could do about that now.
The doors opened and I had never focused so hard on my computer screen before.
I couldn’t even imagine what I looked like.Bright pink, probably, and maybe my hair was mussed from Olly’s hand.At least I was known for having messy hair in the first place and no one would probably bat an eyelid about that.But Olly…
