“Just wanted to check in to make sure you’re okay after this morning.”
“I’m okay. Don’t worry about me.” Placing my spray back on my desk, I turn to face him, a fake smile plastered on my face. “I always bounce back.”
“You do. But Ria, don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying.”
“You are.” Stalking toward me, his eyes are locked on mine, and my skin prickles as he breaches my space. “You get this.” Gently he strokes the pad of his thumb between my eyes, smoothing out the skin. “This cute little line. Your face tells a different story, Ri Ri.” My breath hitches at his proximity and his featherlight touch. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I…” Stuttering, I drop my head, but he trails his fingers down my cheek, leaving me completely breathless as he tilts my face up to meet his.
“I feel like I’m losing control,” I say quietly.
“Losing control of what?” I’m mesmerized by his steel-gray eyes that are full of concern and the heat radiating from his touch, and I speak before my brain engages.
“Everything.”
“Let me help, Ri Ri.” Cupping the back of my neck, he brings his forehead to mine, and instinctively my eyes flutter closed as I fall into him.
“I had a plan for everything and it’s all slipping away.”
“Then you make a new plan.” His hand squeezes my neck as his breath fans across my face. “What do you need, Ri Ri?”
My hands roam, finding his hips, and I glide my fingers tentatively up his sides, making him shiver. His other hand curls around my waist, pulling my body flush with his, and I’m completely lost in his touch, tremors creeping up my spine at his proximity. “I think I need—”
“Ria, babe?” We break away, our eyes wide, and Leo swipes his hand through his hair as Grace storms into my office. “What’s going on here?” She motions between me and Leo, a playful smirk playing on her lips.
I’m asking myself the same question. And why did it feel right? My mind stopped running and it was calm and quiet.
“Nothing.” I wave her off, moving to sit behind my desk.
“Yeah, I was, um… just leaving.” Leo throws his thumb over his shoulder, walking backward out of my office. “I’ll see you both later.”
“What’s up?” I say when the door closes behind Leo.
“Okay, so we’re deflecting. I see you, Ria Stone, and I will not let this go.”
“Nothing was going on.”
“I am not the brightest, but I’m also not blind. You both had your hands in not a friendly way, more of anewly married couple who can’t keep their hands off each otherway. Babe, what is going on?” Hopping onto my desk, she crosses her legs and beams down at me as my head hits the back of my chair.
“I have no idea, Grace.” Staring up at the ceiling, I keep going. “I’ve lost my mind.”
“I can see that,” she says smugly. “Are you fucking your husband?”
“No, I’m not.”
“But you want to?” She bounces eagerly from her perch on my desk.
“No?”
“Why did that sound like a question?”
“Because it is.”
“Oh. My. God. You do want to fuck your husband,” she shrieks, jumping off my desk.
“Quiet,” I grit out.
