Page 100 of Meant to be Mine

“When you say everyone, you mean everyone?”

“Family. Probably some actors, maybe a director or two, definitely some influencers.”

“Influencers,” I repeated. “Of course.”

“They’re good for business.” He reached down and took my hand, pulling me up out of the chair. “But none of that matters as much as having you there.”

My cheeks heated. “Stop.”

“I’m serious.” He pulled me closer, his hands settling on my hips. “You’ve been amazing through all of this. Patient with me, helpful with the planning, and you didn’t run screaming when things got stressful.”

“Why would I run screaming?”

“Because this was your summer vacation and I put you to work.” His thumbs traced small circles on my hipbones. “But you just rolled up your sleeves and helped. You didn’t complain. You didn’t make it about you. Your help means the world to me.”

I looked up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “I wanted to help. This matters to you, so it matters to me.”

His phone buzzed on the desk. He glanced at it and smiled. “Food’s here. I’ll go grab it.”

He disappeared down the stairs. I took a second to slow my breathing. No more office sex. It seemed like anytime we were together, we were trying to get into each other’s pants. I blamed the lack of sex between us for the last ten years. It had been building for a long time and we both knew we had a lot of lost time to make up for. And a lot of future time. This was our summer together and we were making the most of it.

Drew returned a few minutes later carrying two large bags. The smell of it filled the office immediately.

“I got a little bit of everything,” he said, setting the bags on the desk. “I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for.”

“Everything smells amazing.” I helped him unpack the containers. There was orange chicken, beef and broccoli, lo mein, fried rice, spring rolls, and dumplings. “This is way too much food. Always too much food.”

“We’ll have leftovers.” He handed me a pair of chopsticks. “Dig in.”

We ate directly from the containers, passing them back and forth and stealing bites from each other.

“Tell me about your parents’ friends,” I said around a mouthful of lo mein. “Should I be nervous?”

“No.” He shook his head. “They’re just people. Rich, famous people, but still just people. Most of them are pretty down to earth once you get past the whole celebrity thing.”

“Easy for you to say. You grew up with them.”

“True.” He speared a piece of broccoli with his chopstick. “But you grew up with me, so you’ll be fine. Just be yourself. They’ll love you.”

I wasn’t so sure about that, but I appreciated his confidence. I grabbed a spring roll and bit into it, savoring the crispy exterior.

We finished eating and Drew packed up the leftovers, stuffing them in the mini fridge he kept in the corner of his office. When he turned back to me, there was something different in his expression. Something heated.

“Come here,” he said.

I stood and crossed to him. He pulled me close, his hands sliding up my back. When he kissed me, it was soft at first. Sweet. The kind of kiss that felt like a promise. But then it deepened. His tongue swept into my mouth and I melted against him, my hands gripping his shoulders. I couldn’t get enough.

His hands moved to my waist, then lower, cupping my ass and pulling me tighter against him. I could feel him hardening against my stomach and heat pooled low in my belly.

He kissed me again, harder this time. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“We’re at the store. Let’s go back to your place.”

“Everyone’s gone.” His hands slid under my shirt, warm against my skin. “It’s just us.”

Drew’s touch made rational thought impossible. The next thing I knew, he was undoing my slacks and pushing them down my hips. They dropped around my ankles. I barely had a chance to kick them away before he lifted me and dropped me on his desk.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His hands were everywhere—my thighs, my hips, unhooking my bra.