In my office, I sat down at my desk. I had purposefully left my door open, so I could have a full view into his open office, and he could have a view into mine. I heard him clear his throat and slowly raise my eyes to find his gaze on me. I wondered if he could see how taken aback I was by just how good he looked. I didn’t think I would ever get used to it.
He sat behind his desk in a pale blue suit that brought out the summer tan in his skin. It was a suit I hadn’t seen before, but it fit him like a glove, just like all the others. His lips twitched slightly, giving way to a small semblance of a smile. Even that made my heart do a backflip. I nodded in return and pretended to focus on my computer, and not the fact that I wanted to head in there and take him on the rug again.
I wondered when we would have the opportunity again, and if we would ever find a place more private than a gala or his office. I wasn’t sure who was supposed to initiate, or who was supposed to make the first move. It felt like he was calling the shots, and I didn’t entirely like it. I was used to being in control, but right now, I was so out of control. Especially, sitting here squirming at my desk under his lustful gaze.
It was going to be a long day, especially now that we worked side by side, and rid our silly rule of only email and phone calls.
After an excruciating work week of not only a busy agenda, but palpable sexual tension with Chandler that led to nowhere, Iwas finally free of the office and felt like I could breathe. Juliet and I were walking to our favorite brunch spot just a few blocks from our apartment building. I hadn’t told her about the latest development with Chandler, and felt like I might burst. I wasn’t sure if it was because I so badly wanted him, or if I needed someone to talk me off a ledge.
We walked in and my stomach sank with disappointment. I was starving and the restaurant was packed. It was Saturday, after all. There wasn’t a single table available. I groaned, smelling my favorite blueberry pancakes and eyeing a mimosa nearby.
“Don’t worry,” said Juliet with a wink. “I made a reservation.”
“Have I told you how much I love you?” I said, wrapping my arm around her and giving her a squeeze.
She laughed and nodded after the hostess who was leading us to a small booth toward the back. We quickly ordered two mimosas and put in our usual order. Blueberry pancakes, brioche French toast, scrambled eggs with cheese, and a side of bacon.
As we sipped on our champagne mixed with fresh-squeezed orange juice and waited for our food, Juliet eyed me with a curious smile pulling at the side of her mouth.
“Soooo…what’s new?” she asked in a sing song voice.
I bit my lip, knowing exactly what she was asking. After wanting to explode and tell her everything about me and Chandler allmorning, now I felt nervous. I knew what we were doing was reckless. Stupid.
“Works been busy,” I said coyly, taking a sip of my mimosa.
“Mhmmmm…” She put her chin on her hand and expectantly waited for more.
“Chandler and I may have had sex again…” I murmured.
“What was that?” She raised a brow.
“You heard me.” I narrowed my gaze.
“And?”
“It was just as good the second time. Maybe better.”
“So much for being careful,” she muttered.
“I know,” I groaned.
“Whatever.” She waved me off. “You’re having fun. It’s like a sexy office fling.”
“One that could get me fired. Both of us.”
“True, but only if it gets complicated.”
“Isn’t it already?”
“I don’t know. It sounds like you two just like to hook up.” She shrugged.
I thought about it for a second. I thought that’s what it was too, but I was starting to think there might be more to it. At least for me. When we talked that night. I mean,reallytalked, I saw a side of Chandler I had never seen before. He was vulnerable and open. More than most men I had met, and he was freaking Chandler White, whom I thought was the world’s biggest asshole. Maybe I had him all wrong.
But the way he was quick to suggest we keep whatever we were a secret had me second-guessing him. Us. There wasn’t even an “us.” Maybe I was blinded by his big cock and stupid emerald eyes, and forgetting who he was. An arrogant, bossy, jerk.
“Or is it more?” asked Juliet cautiously, her fingers playing mindlessly with the stem of her champagne glass.
I sighed. “I don’t know.No.I hardly know him. And what I do know about him isn’t the greatest. He’s not the kind of guy I want to be with,” I said.
