He wantsme.
And that terrifies me more than the kiss.
My phone buzzes one last time:
Jaxon:
After hours.
My office.
We’ll talk.
I choke on air.
After hours.
In his office.
Alone.
I whisper to myself:
“Oh god.”
And the worst part?
I already know I’m going.
I stareat the clock like it personally wronged me.
5:41pm. I’m still at my desk. Everyone else has packed up, grabbed their bags, said goodnight, gone home to their normal, non-chaotic lives.
I should go home too.
Ishould.
Instead… I’m tracking the minute hand like a lunatic.
My heart has been pounding since lunch. My stomach hasn’t settled since 9am. My lips still feel warm.
“After hours. My office.”
I hate him.
I want him.
I’m terrified.
I’m thrilled.
And god help me…I’m going.
At 5:43pm, I stand up.
At 5:44pm, I sit back down.
At 5:45pm, I stand again.
