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He grimaced. “You don’t have to call me Mr. Cobb. Daniel will do.”
“Are you sure about that?” she asked and returned to the keyboard to finish typing the email she’d been preparing. “Because I wouldn’t want to cross any boundaries.”
“Angela…”
“Yes?” She swiveled around in her executive chair.
Daniel seemed as if he wanted to say something else. Maybe apologize for how he’d behaved the other night, sending her away as if he hadn’t initiated that kiss that had sent both of them spiraling out of control? Instead, he said, “I thought we could sit and talk. I’ve ordered up some sushi from a great take-out place. We can eat in the conference room.”
The last thing Angela wanted was to be alone with Daniel, and as she glanced up and peered through the glass panels of her office, it appeared they were the only souls left on the floor. “I can’t.”
“Of course you can,” he replied. “You have to eat. C’mon.” He inclined his head toward the door.
Angela was torn. Did she obey an order from her boss? Or should she listen to her female intuition, which told her it was dangerous to be alone with Daniel?
She chose to follow his directive and rose from her chair, smoothing down her dress as she went.
When she walked into the conference room, Angela discovered the sushi had already arrived and was sitting in several plastic containers along with bowls of soup. Had Daniel set this up? Was this some sort of peace offering?
“Sit.”
Angela did as instructed and Daniel did the same, sitting across from her. He reached for a plastic container. “I hope you like sushi, because I got a little bit of everything.”
“I love it.” Angela smiled and reached for a container. Inside she discovered a mix of California, spicy tuna and Bubba rolls. Daniel slid a pair of chopsticks her way with a questioning brow.
“I can use them,” Angela responded, and deftly removed them from the wrapper and picked up a roll. She plopped it in her mouth with ease and moaned at the delicious taste.
* * *
Daniel felt his shaft spring to life at the tiny moan that escaped from Angela’s pink-tinted lips. It reminded him of how she’d sounded when she’d been underneath him in that limo. When they’d kissed so passionately.
How could he forget it? He’d been able to think of nothing since. And it was why tonight, against his better judgment, he’d stayed behind to work late. He’d seen Angela walk in just after five o’clock when he’d been nearly done with the project he was working on. But instead of going home as would have been wise, he’d stayed behind. Fooling about on work that could have waited until tomorrow.
Why? Because he’d wanted to spend time with her.
Alone.
So he’d waited a sufficient amount of time to make it appear as if he’d been working just as hard and could casually ask her to eat dinner with him.
Angela, however, was focusing a lot of her attention on her food instead of conversing with him. He wanted to draw her out of her shell again, so he tried to engage her. “You’re very good with those,” he said, inclining his head in the direction of her chopsticks.
“Comes with practice. I spent some time in Asia as well as Europe after I ditched college after a year.”
Daniel relaxed; their dinner was shifting and he could see her softening toward him as she had before. “Oh yeah? Where’d you go?”
“Tokyo, Singapore, Beijing,” Angela said. “I wanted to see the world. Experience new cultures.”
“Your parents couldn’t have been happy with that decision.”
She nodded. “They weren’t. They were always upset that I left college and didn’t return, but not everyone’s meant for school. I wanted to see the world.”
“And did you?”
She glanced up from her plate and looked over at him. “Hell yeah. Those years were some of the best I’ve ever had, even when I was basically broke half the time and working the odd job here and there to go to my next destination.”
“Which was your favorite?”
“I really loved Thailand,” Angela said. “The people were just so friendly and the food was the best of my travels, bar none.”
