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She looks up at me, her clear blue eyes filled with one thing, picking up where we left off.
I want to, I really do.
But I also want to get to know Avery. I need to make sure I’m not imagining things either.
Just because Jack Cole is a man who knows what he wants, doesn’t mean he can just take it without asking first.
I need her to want me as much as I want her.
She said she adores old things, Jack. Not, ‘I want you to take me over this leather chair.’
She goes quiet and despite my not wanting to spook her, I just have to know.
“So… You don’t have a boyfriend, married?” I ask, wincing internally but like I said, I need to know.
Avery looks a little hurt, almost like I’m one of ‘them,’ the people trying to tease her.
“I’m just asking,” I tell her quickly.
“And you?” she retorts with just a hint of venom instead of an answer. “I suppose you could have any girl you want?”
No one’s ever put it to me quite like that. Most people who work for me wouldn’t dare, I guess.
I feel her little stab of hurt, ‘cause she’s given me one of my own.
“I don’t have anyone, Avery. I didn’t mean to upset you by asking, I just-”
That awkward silence again.
Awkward because each of our brains is boiling over with thoughts and ideas about the other, I can just feel it.
Then why won’t she just say so?
There must be someone else, why else would she get so defensive. She’s so hot, I’m guessing it’s her who could have any guy she wanted.
Sometimes, not often, I get taken down a peg. Jack Cole realizes he’s not a man of steel after all, and he has a large soft spot, right about where his heart is.
I never let it show, but I guess now is one of those times I feel like life has called me to heel.
I just assumed Avery would feel the same way I do.
I guess I was-
“I don’t have anyone either,” she says quietly, almost sighing as she turns away, walking back out to look out the huge windows. Across the frozen city that hugs an icy coast.
That sore spot in my chest? It just bloomed into something magical.
The magic words I’ve longed to hear from her, but could she, would she really feel the same way I do about her?
An older guy and someone half his age. Could she really fall in love with someone old enough to be her-
I can’t even bring myself to think the word, let alone say it.
The only father I want to be is to our own children.
There, I said it. The sight of her, within a few minutes and I already want to fill her with my seed, not just my dick.
It’s not just for fun, it’s because I just know she’s the one. The one girl on this earth I’ve waited my whole life for and we can have the perfect family as well as the perfect life… if only she’ll say yes.
If only she’ll be mine.
But she has to want it.
“Do you always work Christmas too?” I ask her, changing the subject, and feel myself satisfied when she stabs a nod.
“Every year, Thanksgiving too. Every holiday.”
I’m the same, but it’s not unusual for a CEO to be on call 24/7 every day of the year. Kinda have to be in my business.
But the thought of Avery alone.
Without me.
That’s a problem we need to fix.
And maybe something I need to look at too. How much time do I need to spend staring at a computer screen, when I could be gazing into her eyes? Showing her things, pleasing her, and spoiling her.
“Avery?” I ask her, suddenly noticing how quickly she looks up again, waiting for me to say something.
“How would you like to help me arrange a Christmas party, for the whole building? All the staff. What do they call it? A Secret Santa? We can have gifts, that tree you were wrestling with, the whole bit.”
She makes a face, the kind I make whenever anyone mentions Christmas.
“What happened to holding that thought?” she asks, pouting, looking down and away again like I’ve already forgotten.
I feel my heart go again like someone’s flicked a switch and set it pounding into my ribs as my mind spins.
I’d ask her to repeat what she just said, but I don’t want to, just in case, I’m dreaming.
“Oh, I still have that thought,” I confess, and going out on a limb I tell her.
“I just wasn’t sure you shared the same thought.”
Her face flushes hot and I feel my palms getting wet, my mouth going dry. All the blood in my body seems to be gravitating someplace I haven’t felt so hard in years.
“I want you, Avery,” I stammer, reigning in my words as I latch onto my true feelings for her. “But I need you to want me too, to make it right.”
