I’m not chasing skirts.
That’s not the problem. If this were just about sex, I would’ve forgotten her already.
Besides how can I chase a skirt when she already belongs to me?
What I need is a release. Something to blow off steam.
And I know just the person to help me do that.
My little red-haired butterfly.
Chapter Eight
PIPER
If I thought I could avoid Levi by staying away from him, I was wrong. If I thought being on opposite sides of the building would help, I was wrong about that, too.
Because here he is, standing by the window of the office I share with the other admin assistants. He has his hands in his pockets in that cool laid-back way.
Though his back is turned to me, I can imagine that cocky smirk on his face.
I didn’t see him yesterday, so I thought he’d moved on from the idea of me.
Despite my mantra about distance, part of me was a little sad. Now that he’s here, my entire body is in a frenzy.
I stop at the doorway, my pulse hammering in my ears.
How did he know I’d be here so early? Maybe he didn’t and just came in to wait. Is there any point in wondering if he’s waiting for me?
I’m sure he is. I can feel it.
I came in slightly early to get a head start. I’m not so sure that was a good idea.
I’m just glad no one else is here yet. Which means we’re alone. That’s not good either.
I’m not moving, but I knowhe knowsI’m there. The moment the thought lands, he turns his head to the left, not quite looking at me, just enough for him to see me.
Then the air becomes charged, stretched too tight between us before either of us even says a word.
“I never knew the view from the side of the building was like this,” he says, turning back to the window. “It’s a good view of the river.”
I step forward then. He turns to face me, a tentative smile on his face.
“Did you really come in here to look at the river?” I keep my voice soft on purpose.
“No.”
“What are you doing here?” I walk over to my desk and set my bag down, then straighten to face him.
“Came to see you.”
My nerves tingle and there’s nothing I can do to stop them. Did I see this coming? Maybe. It wouldn’t have prepared me any better. “Why did you want to see me?” The question almost feels strange, but it cuts to the chase.
“Maybe I’m still back at Wicked Dares and the game didn’t end for me.”
“Maybe it should, given the fact that we now work together.” And the memory of his mouth tasting me keeps ambushing me in the middle of every thought.
“Hmmm. You’re right. That does make things a little awkward.”
