of how dangerous this was for me tapped at the top of my skull screaming - "I told you so you idiot."
"What are you doing here?"
Ethan's deep voice rang through my head. I looked up to see him standing against the entryway. His deep brown eyes penetrated mine. I didn't hear him talking with the other two so it was unclear if he was with them the whole time or if he sprang up out of nowhere. He tended to do that from time to time. My body instantly aroused soaking him in.
Shit. Here we go. My head is already spinning. Now, he's here. I'm screwed.
"This pitch has me stuck," I answered weakly.
Colin and Sean shook me to the core. My voice sounded an octave above a whisper.
"Mia, you realize it's after seven. We don't expect you to be here past your required hours."
The concern in his voice made my insides warm against the chilliness that currently held me. As he approached me, Ethan flashed a dimpled grin that made me more at ease.
"I don't like the current block in my head. Sometimes my best work comes long after the day has finished."
Ethan walked around my desk to stand behind me. He leaned over my shoulder coming within inches of me as he scanned my computer screen. Sparks zoomed throughout my body. He smelled like a cool summer's day fresh after a rain shower. It was my new favorite smell. I begged myself to remain focused given his proximity. It was a losing battle.
"You don't fail at much do you," Ethan commented.
His breath skimmed my neck making it tingle as it skated across. Butterflies fluttered throughout my stomach as my chest tightened into a ball of nerves.
"Where did that come from?" I questioned.
"From what you have up on the computer, you seem well on your way to completing a perfect pitch to match the rest of your teams excellence," he praised.
My eyes zoned in on him as he continued to stare at my work. His deep brown eyes had awe like quality behind them as they drifted between the screen and me. I had a strong urge to press my body close to his to satisfy the hunger he created with that look alone. I wanted to bury my head in my hands because my body and brain were in two very different places.
"This isn't finished. I was playing around with some ideas that might work but I'm not happy with any of it. I'll know when I'm there," I stuttered.
His closeness made my pulse speed up. It frustrated me not to have control over such little things. My blood boiled with the anger but the ache for more from him was drowning it by the minute. His lips curled into small grin. The sensations between my legs started to intensify as Ethan stood there smiling at me. I rolled my chair to the side to give myself more breathing room. The urge to move closer to him was a step away from taking over.
"What makes you know you are there?"
"I just get a feeling," I muttered.
"Interesting," Ethan murmured.
"What's so interesting about going with your gut?"
I flinched catching my touchiness slip out. He pressed a button I didn't even know was ready for an argument. Hell, it was possibly my lack of ability to command the wayward emotions running through me that caused me to lash out. Every time he elicited a new reaction out of me, it sent me in a tailspin. The numbness that used to hold me seemed like a distant memory because whenever he was around I couldn't seem to catalogue my feelings fast enough.
"It's not an answer I expected to hear from you," Ethan defended.
"Maybe it is quitting time for me."
His eyes darkened with my mood swing. He stepped back gliding his long fingers into his pockets before striding away. I started shutting down my computer. Silence surrounded me making me thankful for the last morsel of myself that was able to keep my breathing even since I had no control over my mouth. Ethan lingered at the door apparently waiting for me to walk with him downstairs. The inexplicable draw to be near him pulled at every nerve ending. I shuffled my way over to him doing my damn best to control the
"What are you doing here?"
Ethan's deep voice rang through my head. I looked up to see him standing against the entryway. His deep brown eyes penetrated mine. I didn't hear him talking with the other two so it was unclear if he was with them the whole time or if he sprang up out of nowhere. He tended to do that from time to time. My body instantly aroused soaking him in.
Shit. Here we go. My head is already spinning. Now, he's here. I'm screwed.
"This pitch has me stuck," I answered weakly.
Colin and Sean shook me to the core. My voice sounded an octave above a whisper.
"Mia, you realize it's after seven. We don't expect you to be here past your required hours."
The concern in his voice made my insides warm against the chilliness that currently held me. As he approached me, Ethan flashed a dimpled grin that made me more at ease.
"I don't like the current block in my head. Sometimes my best work comes long after the day has finished."
Ethan walked around my desk to stand behind me. He leaned over my shoulder coming within inches of me as he scanned my computer screen. Sparks zoomed throughout my body. He smelled like a cool summer's day fresh after a rain shower. It was my new favorite smell. I begged myself to remain focused given his proximity. It was a losing battle.
"You don't fail at much do you," Ethan commented.
His breath skimmed my neck making it tingle as it skated across. Butterflies fluttered throughout my stomach as my chest tightened into a ball of nerves.
"Where did that come from?" I questioned.
"From what you have up on the computer, you seem well on your way to completing a perfect pitch to match the rest of your teams excellence," he praised.
My eyes zoned in on him as he continued to stare at my work. His deep brown eyes had awe like quality behind them as they drifted between the screen and me. I had a strong urge to press my body close to his to satisfy the hunger he created with that look alone. I wanted to bury my head in my hands because my body and brain were in two very different places.
"This isn't finished. I was playing around with some ideas that might work but I'm not happy with any of it. I'll know when I'm there," I stuttered.
His closeness made my pulse speed up. It frustrated me not to have control over such little things. My blood boiled with the anger but the ache for more from him was drowning it by the minute. His lips curled into small grin. The sensations between my legs started to intensify as Ethan stood there smiling at me. I rolled my chair to the side to give myself more breathing room. The urge to move closer to him was a step away from taking over.
"What makes you know you are there?"
"I just get a feeling," I muttered.
"Interesting," Ethan murmured.
"What's so interesting about going with your gut?"
I flinched catching my touchiness slip out. He pressed a button I didn't even know was ready for an argument. Hell, it was possibly my lack of ability to command the wayward emotions running through me that caused me to lash out. Every time he elicited a new reaction out of me, it sent me in a tailspin. The numbness that used to hold me seemed like a distant memory because whenever he was around I couldn't seem to catalogue my feelings fast enough.
"It's not an answer I expected to hear from you," Ethan defended.
"Maybe it is quitting time for me."
His eyes darkened with my mood swing. He stepped back gliding his long fingers into his pockets before striding away. I started shutting down my computer. Silence surrounded me making me thankful for the last morsel of myself that was able to keep my breathing even since I had no control over my mouth. Ethan lingered at the door apparently waiting for me to walk with him downstairs. The inexplicable draw to be near him pulled at every nerve ending. I shuffled my way over to him doing my damn best to control the
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