She stayed still while I did it.
“Are we ever gonna talk about what happened between us, Marley?” she asked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“What’s it gonna accomplish?”
She tilted her head slightly. “For one, I might sleep better at night.”
“I won’t,” I said.
She looked me over slowly, then focused on my hairline.
“I can tell, them grays are coming in quick.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Yeah? Wonder where I got that from.”
“I can’t take all the credit.”
“You should. Nobody on the planet stresses me the way you do. I can’t wait to get rid of your ass.”
She grabbed my wrist and lowered it over her chest. “You sure?”
I pulled back like her skin was fire and she laughed like that shit’s funny.
“Rabbit…” I stared at my hand. “I’m trying real hard to keep myself together right now.”
Her expression didn’t change.
“I’m trying to keep your dignity intact too,” I continued. “Because if I lose control, it won’t end well for you. You walking a dangerous line.”
She held my gaze as if she heard every word and still didn’t give a fuck.
“Whatever you say…” Then she leaned in and nipped at my chin before stepping back.
Fuck.
I grabbed her by her hair before I thought about it, then pressed her back against the wall with my other hand braced on the side of her face, caging her in. My feet kicked her legs open for me to step between, hiking up her skirt.
She sucked in a breath, eyes wide for half a second before they settled.
She expected this. She wanted this.
“Fuck…” I muttered under my breath as I forced myself to step back, dragging a hand down my face.
“Sorry,” I said, shaking my head. “I just— I’m sorry.”
She laughed.
“Come on,” she said, fixing her clothes like nothing happened. “We got a meeting to go to.”
I shouldn’t be lookingat her like this.
But she’s seated halfway down the table, laptop open, fingers moving fast across the keys as she takes notes.
She’s asking questions, following up and engaging.
