Page 59 of Apparently, I’m Trouble

Her laugh was genuine this time. She smoothed her skirt as she turned to face me. “I’ll handle this for Kira. She’ll be okay.”

“I know. I trust you.”

Her brow arched. “That’s new.”

“What is?”

“You just said you trust me,” she said, meeting my eye. “It’s almost like you’re being nice.”

I leaned against the table, watching her. Mia was still infuriating. Sometimes. But there was more to her than that. And I was more than just fascinated by her.

After that meeting, I should’ve been drained, but instead, I was relieved. Mia wanted to protect Kira, and for the first time since Tash, it felt good to know that someone was on my side.

“I can be nice.”

She scoffed, and it made me smile.

“I don’t think you know what ‘nice’ means,” she drawled.

Her tone was sarcastic, but I caught the way her hands fisted her skirt, the way her thighs pressed together. I thought of the last time she did that. It was in my office. After she’d noticed how fucking hard she’d made me.

We agreed to stay away from each other then, but being here with her now, after what she just did for my daughter, I couldn’t remember why we had to.

“I’m nice enough to know I should thank you for–” I waved a hand at the table “–that.”

She gave me a look as I closed in. “And what exactly are you going to do?”

“I have a few ideas.”

“Please don’t give me a mug with ‘Miss Walker’ printed on it. I–what are you…?”

She cut herself off as I tugged on her skirt.

“Are you wearing anything under this?” I asked.

Her cheeks flushed. She had to tilt her chin to meet my eye, and something about the way she looked up at me made me feel… out of my mind.

She shook her head, and I groaned. That one small response destroyed whatever self-control I had left.

“Fuck… you’re incredible.”

Her eyes darted to my mouth, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I’ve been fighting this thing between us for months. I needed something. Anything.

Fuck it.

If I didn’t do this now, I’d regret it.

“Theo,” she started, her tone firm as I walked her backward. Two steps and she was against the wall, staring up at me. “We said this wasn’t a good idea.”

“We did.”

“Then… what are you doing?”

I braced my elbow on the wall above her and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. My knuckles grazed her cheek as my thumb brushed her bottom lip–so soft and full. Beautiful.

Her shaky breath warmed my skin, and as I lowered my mouth to hers, her hands flew to my chest. She pushed just as my nose grazed her cheek, and whispered, “This is a bad idea, Theo.”

“I know.” She was right. I should stop. But my eyes dipped back to her mouth, and she was just so fucking beautiful. “But I can’t stop thinking about you.”