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CHAPTERFIVE
When Della reached for his guitar, he resisted. “Hey.”
“What are you, six?” She tugged on the neck. “Give it to me. Go walk around the parking lot.”
“No, I have to get it right.”
“Well, you’re not going to. But I bet if you take a walk or a shower, anything other than thinking about the damn song, it’ll come to you.”
He lowered his head, and she thought he might be gearing up to tell her off. Instead, he looked up with a smile. “You’re right about that.”
“Of course I am. Now, get out of here.” She glanced around, taking in balled-up paper, empty soda cans, and the sneaker he’d obviously flung against the wall. “I’ll tidy up. Clear desk, clear mind and all that. Go.”
He set the guitar down but didn’t get up. “Well, aren’t you the little task master?”
“Yep, that’s me. Della Swanson, getting shit done since she burst out of the uterus with a pen and notebook in her fat little baby fists.”
He set his head back against the wall and smiled. “I can see that.”
“Are you going to take a walk, or do you need some more projectiles?”
“You make me sound like a temperamental artist.”
She gave him a look that said, And?
“Okay, okay. But I can’t leave the bus. Too risky during a concert.”
She sat on the edge of the couch. “Okay, what’s your happy place?”
“Just sitting here with you.”
The sentiment hit like a fire hose, nearly knocking her on her ass. He’d said it so plainly, so sincerely, that she just...swooned.
She’d only known him a day, but with his aura of command, he was just so intimidating. He was one of the richest men in the world. He knew his talent and didn’t question his abilities.
And yet he wasn’t afraid or embarrassed to pull back the curtain and expose his sensitive heart.
But she didn’t know how to respond because it wasn’t an invitation. There was nothing sexual behind it. It was just a stark admission of truth. And so, she plopped down beside him, drew her legs up, and rested her elbow on the back of the couch. “Sweet or savory?”
He cocked his head in confusion.
She made a rolling motion with her hand. Play along.
Once he got the game she was playing, he relaxed. “I have the worst sweet tooth.”
“Oh, please.” She pinched his belly but couldn’t pull even an inch of fat. “It’s like a slab of marble.” The sexiest marble she’d ever seen.
“I’m serious. Ice cream over chips any day of the week.” He tipped his chin. “Your turn.”
“Total sweet tooth. If people wouldn’t look at me funny, I’d live off Oreos, frozen yogurt, and cake. But not just any kind. I’m very particular about the cake that goes into this body.”
His gaze dipped to her cleavage, dropped to her hips, and slid down to her red-painted toenails. Color bloomed in his cheeks, and he licked his lips.
So, he was attracted to her. He was just shy.
Her defenses melted like candle wax.
But he was her boss, and today was her first day on the job. I’m not crossing that line. So, she continued the game. “Lots of friends or just a few close ones?” Although, she could already guess the answer.
