I don’t marry you?”
“Then you find someone else to help you.”
Bastard.
“You don’t want me to marry you,” I assure him. “I mean, I’ve never even had a boyfriend. I will not make a good wife.”
Even as I say the words, I wonder if I’m as crazy as he is for even considering it. I’m not sure how I’ll save my business without it, which means I already know I’ve lost. It doesn’t mean I have to give in easily, though.
He tilts his head to the side a little and smirks. “What do you think being a wife involves?”
“Things I never wanted to do. Didn’t you hear me say I’ve never been in a relationship?”
“Yes.” He pushes back from his desk and stands up. “I don’t see why that would bother me. It merely means you have less bad habits to break.”
What?
“Bad habits?”
As he walks around the desk, I quell the urge to stand up and escape. After all, he’d catch me fast like he’d done earlier in the evening. He makes his way to my chair and stands in front, his legs touching my knees. Then, he places his hands on either side of me as he squats down, putting us on equal eye level.
“Bad habits,” he confirms. “And no previous relationship baggage, such as assholes continually breaking your trust and treating you like crap. Unless…?”
Unless there is someone else I have feelings for that he needs to be aware of.
I shake my head at his unspoken question.
He cups my face in his palm and the contact has me sucking in a breath at the wave of lust that shoots through me. “Then why haven’t you had a relationship? Something must’ve happened.”
“Nope.” He runs the pad of his thumb over my lips and I lick my lips before continuing. “I’m just a woman who loves sex and doesn’t want the complications that come with another person’s expectations.”
“Interesting.” He brings his lips to mine and brushes them together in a tease before pulling away. “Looks like you no longer get to avoid expectations any longer.”
“You—“ A bolt of pleasure as he takes his attentions to my neck with a lick that has me shuddering. “You could probably have any woman you want. W-why me?”
He keeps his mouth on my neck and one hand cupping my face as the other glides up my jean clad leg in a slow, deliberate tease.
“Let’s see,” he murmurs, skimming his mouth up to kiss behind my ear. “You’re intelligent and funny. I already know we’re sexually compatible. I’ve no doubt that you will fulfill all my desires, in the bedroom and out.”
He takes the lobe of my ear into his mouth and sucks on it, moving the hand higher on my leg until it rests at the top of my thigh. He uses his thumb to caress me on the outside of my jeans and I do my damnedest to show no response.
He releases my ear with one final lick, chuckling. “You’re stubborn and I will enjoy every moment I spend trying to win you over. Plus, you already know how much I value routine and how I take my coffee.”
I smile in spite of my determination to not give in.
I need to get away. Having him so close to me makes me want to give in because I want him to touch me and that can’t happen. Even if I feel a pull to him, as if we’ve known each other forever, the fact is we don’t really know each other at all. It doesn’t matter that I know how he likes his coffee or that the sex had been amazing; he’s asking me for something I’m not sure I can give.
“I need to go.” I push on his shoulders. “I have to think about this.”
He doesn’t argue as he stands up; he doesn’t need to. He knows I’ll say yes in the end. I don’t have control, not really, yet he’s willing to let me pretend I do. For now.
Moving back behind the desk, he sits down as I rise. I grab the papers off his desk and ask, “How long do I have to answer you?”
“A week,” he replies with a grin. “Also, be ready to go out tomorrow night at six-thirty. We’re going on our second date.”
I glare at him for
“Then you find someone else to help you.”
Bastard.
“You don’t want me to marry you,” I assure him. “I mean, I’ve never even had a boyfriend. I will not make a good wife.”
Even as I say the words, I wonder if I’m as crazy as he is for even considering it. I’m not sure how I’ll save my business without it, which means I already know I’ve lost. It doesn’t mean I have to give in easily, though.
He tilts his head to the side a little and smirks. “What do you think being a wife involves?”
“Things I never wanted to do. Didn’t you hear me say I’ve never been in a relationship?”
“Yes.” He pushes back from his desk and stands up. “I don’t see why that would bother me. It merely means you have less bad habits to break.”
What?
“Bad habits?”
As he walks around the desk, I quell the urge to stand up and escape. After all, he’d catch me fast like he’d done earlier in the evening. He makes his way to my chair and stands in front, his legs touching my knees. Then, he places his hands on either side of me as he squats down, putting us on equal eye level.
“Bad habits,” he confirms. “And no previous relationship baggage, such as assholes continually breaking your trust and treating you like crap. Unless…?”
Unless there is someone else I have feelings for that he needs to be aware of.
I shake my head at his unspoken question.
He cups my face in his palm and the contact has me sucking in a breath at the wave of lust that shoots through me. “Then why haven’t you had a relationship? Something must’ve happened.”
“Nope.” He runs the pad of his thumb over my lips and I lick my lips before continuing. “I’m just a woman who loves sex and doesn’t want the complications that come with another person’s expectations.”
“Interesting.” He brings his lips to mine and brushes them together in a tease before pulling away. “Looks like you no longer get to avoid expectations any longer.”
“You—“ A bolt of pleasure as he takes his attentions to my neck with a lick that has me shuddering. “You could probably have any woman you want. W-why me?”
He keeps his mouth on my neck and one hand cupping my face as the other glides up my jean clad leg in a slow, deliberate tease.
“Let’s see,” he murmurs, skimming his mouth up to kiss behind my ear. “You’re intelligent and funny. I already know we’re sexually compatible. I’ve no doubt that you will fulfill all my desires, in the bedroom and out.”
He takes the lobe of my ear into his mouth and sucks on it, moving the hand higher on my leg until it rests at the top of my thigh. He uses his thumb to caress me on the outside of my jeans and I do my damnedest to show no response.
He releases my ear with one final lick, chuckling. “You’re stubborn and I will enjoy every moment I spend trying to win you over. Plus, you already know how much I value routine and how I take my coffee.”
I smile in spite of my determination to not give in.
I need to get away. Having him so close to me makes me want to give in because I want him to touch me and that can’t happen. Even if I feel a pull to him, as if we’ve known each other forever, the fact is we don’t really know each other at all. It doesn’t matter that I know how he likes his coffee or that the sex had been amazing; he’s asking me for something I’m not sure I can give.
“I need to go.” I push on his shoulders. “I have to think about this.”
He doesn’t argue as he stands up; he doesn’t need to. He knows I’ll say yes in the end. I don’t have control, not really, yet he’s willing to let me pretend I do. For now.
Moving back behind the desk, he sits down as I rise. I grab the papers off his desk and ask, “How long do I have to answer you?”
“A week,” he replies with a grin. “Also, be ready to go out tomorrow night at six-thirty. We’re going on our second date.”
I glare at him for