Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“No. Not really. What’s it to you?”
“He was asking you out, Carys.”
I side-eye him as I get to my feet and collect my things from the floor. “Yes, he did ask me out. Very nicely, I might add.” Which is why I’ll never go out with him.
“Allow me to give you some insight on your potential beau. Did you know he allegedly cheated on his last two girlfriends?”
I laugh, looking at him like he’s crazy. “No.”
“That’s true. Did you also know he has a child in Kansas that he hasn’t visited in three years?”
“How would I know that? How do you know that?”
“It’s my job.”
“Is it?” I narrow my eyes. “Because I didn’t know CEOs were that invested in their employees’ personal lives. Seems a bit, I don’t know, creepy to me.”
He crosses his arms over his chest. “I agree. But sometimes I take a personal interest in people.”
“Too bad you don’t take one in me,” I mutter.
I enter the storage room and put my tools away carefully. Then I get the dolly situated in the back, and as I turn around, the door swings shut with a loud bang.
Gannon is standing in the doorway.
His lips are pressed into a tight line, his dark eyes are almost black, and he stares at me with a deliberateness that makes me shiver.
“You have to knock it off, Carys.”
“Is that another innuendo?”
His eyes blaze. “I mean it. This is exactly why I didn’t want you here.”
I know what he means. He didn’t want me here because he wants me as badly as I want him. Wow.
Empowered by this newfound information, I don’t back down.
“You didn’t want me here because you thought I might go out with a guy in accounting?” I ask, lifting a brow.
“Don’t be a smart-ass.”
I grin cockily. “Listen, I’ve been avoiding you just like you wanted. You’re the one who came upon me today—no pun intended, of course.”
His jaw flexes.
“I’ve been minding my business and doing my job,” I say. “You’re the one who seems to have a problem here.”
“Whether I have a problem or not, and what that problem might be, is none of your concern.”
I take a step back and let my gaze drag down his body until it lands on his cock. His pants bulge at the groin. It’s unmistakable. It’s also hot as hell.
If I press this issue, he might tell me to leave and never come back. Or, on the other hand, he might give in.
“It looks like it has a lot to do with me, actually,” I say, smirking.
“We can’t keep doing this.”
I hop onto the workbench behind me, positioning myself so that Gannon is framed between my knees. He’s not close enough to touch me. He’s just close enough to paint the picture of the possibility.
“No, you’re right,” I say, brushing a strand of hair off my forehead. “We can’t keep doing this.”
He licks his lips, leaving a trail of wetness behind. Goose bumps dot my skin as I imagine the feeling of that tongue on me. Around me. In me.
I shiver again.
“So we have a choice to make,” I say. “Rather, you have a choice to make.”
“What’s that?”
“You can look me in the eye right now and tell me you seriously don’t want this. That this is a terrible idea, and you want no part of it. If you do, I’ll quit. I’ll stop teasing you, and this will be my last week at Brewer Group.”
His gaze is steady, and he’s unblinking.
“But if you can’t do that …”
“That question isn’t fair, Miss Johnson.”
I smirk. “Oh, I think it’s fair. I just think you don’t want to be honest with me.”
A slow smirk crosses his lips, too. “And why do you say that?”
“Because I think you want to bend me over this bench. Don’t you?”
Gannon’s chest rises and falls, but he doesn’t break eye contact.
“Why won’t you?” I ask.
He cuts the distance between us, and holy fuck. My heart pounds, and my lips part.
Good God, I want this man to kiss me.
He plants one hand on either side of me, caging me in. Then he leans forward, his mouth dangerously close to mine.
“I’ll tell you why I won’t,” he whispers, the words kissing my lips. “Because it won’t stop there. Because that won’t be enough. It’ll never be enough.”
His rough words slip through his clenched teeth. He’s so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. I can taste his minty breath.
“You won’t know until you try,” I whisper back, leaning forward until our mouths nearly touch.
His eyes bore into mine. Our breaths mix in the air between us, and if either of us moved a muscle, we’d touch. Somehow, we hold steady and manage not to make contact—and I’m not sure if that’s the best or the worst thing to ever happen to me.