“Why?”
“Because I wanted it.”Then he tries to smile, and that… that’s actually so sweet I need a moment to recover.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “Sylvan, I can’t read your mind. I need you to explain yourself a little more when you answer my—”
The soft touch of fingers on my jaw has my eyes flying open to meet his baby blue ones.
“I could have hacked into your phone from the WiFi and taken it, but that wouldn’t have been transactional. Now, it is. You’ve paid me with your number.”
I’m so distracted by him touching me that I almost forget what we’re talking about.
“B-But why do you want my number?”
“So I can text you.” He’s clearly catching onto my expressions because this time, I don’t have to ask why. “I like talking with you.”
The swoop in my middle makes my breath stutter, and he catches it, those analytical eyes darting to my lips. Then back to my gaze.
“You’re very interesting, Revea.” Then his voice lowers. “And very beautiful.”
I’m not equipped to handle this. Even my omega is in shock, staring out at this alpha with no idea how to respond.
This is completely unfair. I’ve turned into putty in his hand, and he knows it. Those lips kicking up into a soft smile like he can read my mind.And Sylvan isdeadlywhen he smiles.
When he suddenly steps back, hand falling away from my face, I remain seated, confused, light-headed, and a little aroused.
What is wrong with me?
The clicking of keys brings me back, his eyes once more on my screen like he hadn’t just held my face and called me beautiful.
“I’ll be done in about an hour,” he says, not looking up.
I just nod, slowly sliding off the desk, wondering what on earth to do with myself.
“Can I… Am I okay to stay here?” I find myself asking, which is ridiculous because this ismyoffice.
“It’s your office.”
I should’ve expected that. He’s just stating a fact.
I decide the sofa will be my desk for today. I’m pulling all the cushions around me, dragging the heavy throw from the back over my legs, when I realise the typing has stopped.
Soft blue eyes are fixed on me. “Was that rude? What I said?”
“Erm…” I tilt my head, scrunching my nose as I run my hand over the fluffy throw. “A little.” I smile.
His mouth parts, brows dipping with concern. He suddenly looks so vulnerable and confused.
“But it’s okay, you’re right, this is my office. I don’t need your permission. It was silly of me to ask.” I curl up against the cushions, tablet in hand. “Just let me know if I’m bothering you, I can always go—”
“Don’t.”
I frown, but he isn’t looking at me anymore.
He’s busily typing away as he adds, “Don’t go. I like you being here.”
I’m still staring, heart thumping, wondering if Sylvan is going to say anything else, look at me again, walk over and touch my face… but he doesn’t.
It’s quiet, just the hum of my mini fridge and his clicks. Soothing.
