Page 230 of The Heart You Kept

I walk out the back and sit down at my computer to pretend to work.

Just stay calm.

I take a few deep breaths to try and calm myself down, I’ve been imagining the worst scenarios in my head all day and I don’t even know what’s going on.

She’s probably a reporter or something completely innocent.

My gut tells me she isn’t, I know she isn’t.

The bell sounds over the door. “Good afternoon, Jonty.” I hear the deep English accent.

“Ah…. Hello, Mr. Edward,” Jonty replies nervously.

“I trust you are well?”

“I am, and you?”

“I’m great. Where is Miss Sorenson?”

“She’s in her office.”

I puff air into my cheeks as I prepare for battle.

“Good afternoon, Miss Sorenson,” his sexy deep voice purrs.

I look up to see him leaning on the doorjamb with his shoulder, he’s wearing a perfectly fitted navy suit and crisp white shirt. His hair is messed to just-fucked perfection and he looks like a walking orgasm.

Infuriating.

“Hello.” I fake a smile. “I’ll just be a moment.” I go back and open my email to try and look busy and important.

“How was my girl’s day?” he asks as he walks in and closes the door.

“Interesting.” I hit the computer key with force.

He walks around behind me and leans down and kisses my neck, his teeth graze my skin.

Don’t dare try and hypnotize me with your magical dick tonight, Edward, I am not in the mood.

“Let’s go and have some dinner.” He bites me again and goose bumps scatter up my arms.

I wiggle away from him. “We’re at work. Stop it.”

He smiles against my skin. “That just makes me want you more.” He bites me again.

Ughh….

How am I supposed to be angry with him when my traitorous body just wants him all the time?

This attraction is becoming very inconvenient.

I close my computer down. “Let’s go.” I stand.

His hands are in his suit pant pockets and his eyes hold mine. “Where’s my kiss?”

“Later.” I brush past him and collect my things. “Jonty,” I call. “Let’s go, honey.”

“Honey?” He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.