I remained seated on the edge of his desk.
“What?”
“Candidate two.”
Reid groaned.
“No.”
“He thought I was attractive.”
“He was unprofessional.”
“Both can be true.”
“You enjoyed that.”
“I enjoyed your face.”
“There was nothing unusual about my face.”
“You looked like you wanted to stamp property markings on me.”
His gaze sharpened.
“You are not property.”
“I know.”
I slid one hand over his shoulder.
“But being wanted by you is good.”
“Wanting and owning are not the same.”
“I know that too.”
He stood between my knees.
“I trust you.”
“I know.”
“I also disliked him looking at you.”
“Good.”
His eyebrows rose.
“Good?”
“I’ve never had anyone care enough to be jealous.”
“Noah.”
“Not controlling jealousy.”
I touched his mouth.
