the two of us laughed like a pair of old friends. Well, maybe a little friendlier than friends...
“Why did you ask me here?”
The candles had burned down low, and we were speaking more plainly now. He looked up at me in surprise, considering for a moment, before he shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he said honestly.
He didn’t know. Well, that made two of us.
With a little smile, I nodded and got up to leave.
“Jenna,” he hurried after me, “I’m sorry, I don’t—”
“I’m not mad,” I said just as sincerely as him. “It’s just getting late, and I have to present this merger first thing tomorrow.”
His face fell, and before I knew what I was doing, I squeezed his hand in mine.
“Thank you, for dinner.” I smiled shyly. “I had a lot of fun.”
“Thank you for coming,” he said softly.
I nodded quickly and turned to leave, heading out of the warm circle of candlelight.
Then all at once, I was in his arms.
He smashed me up against the brick wall, hiking up my dress and hitching my leg around his waist as his lips found mine. His mouth explored mine, his tongue dancing around mine in perfect harmony. He devoured me with a kiss so deep...that I swear I was seeing fireworks. I fought to stay in control but I couldn’t help but let myself go.
I was consumed by every thrust of his tongue. Tasting him like this felt so natural, so damn right. I tangled my hands through his carefully combed hair and wrapped my other leg around him. Heat shot through me as his lips traveled down my neck.
I was so caught up that I couldn’t remember all the reasons why this was so wrong. I hadn’t been kissed with such intensity or passion in a long time. And as much as I was enjoying this amazing kiss, I snapped back into reality. I was playing with fire. I was playing with my career. I could be fired for this kind of behavior. What was I thinking?
“We can’t do this,” I said, gasping for breath.
His fingers trailed through my hair. “Why not?”
He pressed his lips against my mouth and we started kissing once again. His kiss was hungry, hot as hell, demanding, and intense.
I moaned as his tongue slid down my neck. “You know why.”
It was almost impossible to break off the addictive kiss, but I broke away.
“We can’t,” I said. “You know this will change everything. I’m madly attracted to you. I am. And I want to keep going...desperately. But I know we can’t.”
I could feel him hardening beneath me, but before things could go any further, we both abruptly stopped.
“I’m sorry,” he panted, “I’m sorry.”
I fought to catch my breath. I slipped quickly back to the roof, trying to catch my breath. “No, it’s okay. It’s just—”
“We can’t,” he finished. “I know we can’t.”
He took the words right out of my mouth, but I suddenly realized that I didn’t want to hear him say them, any more than I wanted him to stop. I wanted us to be right back up against the wall, picking up where we left off.
One look at his eyes told me he was thinking the same thing. But he restrained himself, summoning a strength of will instilled by nearly a decade of professionalism.
“I’ll take you home now.” He stared at me hungrily once more, before turning his back and opening the door to the elevator. “I’m sorry again—I never should have done that.”
“Don’t worry,” I tried to reassure him as I followed him inside. “We’ll just forget it. It’ll be like it never happened.”
But as the doors closed shut, locking the two of us in together, I felt suddenly certain.
There was no way in hell I could ever forget...
Chapter 8
T he next day at work was terrible. And I mean... terrible .
It should have been fantastic—a huge milestone triumph. My coming out party into the world of financial business. I got to the office early, and with the utmost gravitas, solemnly placed my printed copy of the merger on Patti Macer’s desk. Her eyes widened as she picked
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