He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, and suddenly, I’m face-to-face with him. I watch him place a hand just above my head while I’m still pressed against the hard wall. I will myself to keep it together and to not get a taste of him.
“Riley, honey, sweetie,” he purrs, and suddenly I’m not wearing any underwear. “You know you want me.”
The sound of screeching tires goes off in my head. Panic erupts in me. Can he read my mind? Am I giving off some sort of scent that he can pick up on my wants and needs?
I clear my throat and stand straight, ready to retort, but he holdsup a finger.
“Why are we going to keep denying the chemistry between us?”
“Are you high?”
His lips turn downward, and he shrugs.
“You’re so annoying. You know that, right?”
“But you love me.” He bops me on the tip of my nose.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“What can I say? I love being dominated by beautiful women.”
The elevator door dings as it slides open, and we keep our eyes locked on each other. The doors start to close, but August places his hand on the door to stop it. He straightens himself, those crystal eyes still gazing into mine.
August gestures through the doors. “After you.”
I keep my eyes on him when I step out and take slow strides past him. He smells like bergamot and lemon, and I want to dig my face into his chest.
“You look beautiful, by the way.” August’s compliment makes my cheeks warm.
Stopping in my tracks, I turn to look at him and his lopsided smile. Hearing those words from any other man would have me rolling my eyes; I knew what their true intentions were with a compliment like that.
But when it comes to August, there’s meaning behind it. Feelings that I know are there, but I’m too afraid to touch. And no matter how many times he says it, a part of me will always disagree and say otherwise.
“Thank you.”
He hikes a thumb over his shoulder and asks, “You wanna get a drink while we wait for everyone else?”
If I spend any more time with this man, I’m afraid ofwhat could happen. It’s dangerous when it’s just the two of us alone. There’s no buffer. His company at the bakery was enough for me to get my fill for the rest of the year.
“Thanks, but I need to decompress a little. What better way to do that than by sitting alone with a cocktail? I’ll see you at dinner, though.”
August gives me one last look before we go our separate ways.
TEN
AUGUST
Riley Lewis looks so damn good that I almost had a heart attack.
The minute I saw her body wrapped in that thin dress; I had to run through my favorite baseball team roster. If I didn’t, I’d have a tent in my pants.
Every second in that elevator was a test. It had to be. Something in the universe decided to push my limits with her. The only thing I allowed myself was having her up against the wall, our bodies inches apart.
And when she walked out of that elevator, I had to bite down on my knuckles when her round ass was swaying side to side. She did that on purpose.
