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It kills me to have her closing away from me. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“I shouldn’t have been making a personal call at work, I’m sorry.”
I shake my head. “Sonia, please don’t apologize. You have nothing…” I cup the sides of her face to make sure she looks at me and the message gets across. “You have nothing to apologize for.”
Sonia’s eyes tremble in mine. She swallows. Hard.
I wonder if she’s feeling what I’m feeling now. The brutal, almost irresistible urge to have my lips on hers. But I resist. It wouldn’t be professional. I’d be taking advantage of her in a time of vulnerability.
Still, though, I won’t let that take me away from her.
“You have debt.”
Sonia nods. Her hands grip at my suit jacket, fingers digging into my sides. Almost like she needs me. “I do.”
“Let me take care of them.”
“No.” Her hands grip tighter.
“I want to.”
Sonia is silent, shaking her head nonstop. Her brow bends. She’s…considering it. But then she stops. “It’s my responsibility. I can’t let you. Then I’d feel indebted to you and–”
I slide one hand to the nape of her neck. “You would never owe me anything, Sonia. I promise.”
We are both quiet, the thrumming of a heartbeat punctuating the silence. Mine? Hers?
“I just…” I can’t manage my surly exterior much longer. It’s something I’ve postured for my entire life. But beneath it all, I am soft. I just want to be loved.
And I want it to be Sonia. “I want to take care of you.”
It’s Sonia who tips forward first. I’m close to a hundred percent sure. I have to be in order not to feel like I’ve somehow taken advantage of this closeness.
But when her mouth touches mine, my body lights up like fireworks on New Year’s Eve.
Her lips are poised and controlled.
Someone has to be. Because all I want to do is rip ourclothes off and do what has needed to be done since the very first night we met.
My hands wander down to her back, pressing her full body into me as our lips caress one another’s.
The tension we have been building has been exquisite, but I am so ready for it all to end, right here, right now.
I will take her. With the door open. Where everyone can hear how good I can make her feel.
Sonia rips her lips away from mine before I can carry out my plan. Maybe for the best. Would have been unprofessional.
But holy hell, how my insides curdle without her mouth on mine.
“I’m sorry.” Her whisper is so soft.
I want to tell her hownotsorry she has to be. However, all that comes out is a mere, “It’s alright.”
It sounds like I’m accepting her apology, but what I mean is that it was more than alright for her to kiss me. In fact, I’d like her to do it again.
“I just got–” She falls back onto her heels, leaving my embrace—a painful, cold feeling—and laughs despite herself. “I just got carried away and you’re so kind and–”
“It’s alright, Sonia,” I repeat, hoping the way I say her name will make it all clear.
