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“I know. Dexter. I’ve got it. It just doesn’t seem appropriate.”
“Is it appropriate to argue with your boss when he asks you to do something?”
“Depends on what he asks me to do,” I snark back. He shoots me a hellish smile.
“Have I ever told you how much I love it when you give me shit, Daisy? Makes me want to take you home and turn you over my knee.”
I gasp, feeling a little thrill shoot through my middle, settling right in my clit. It throbs and aches.
“You better not even think of doing something like that,” I say breathlessly, trying to sound threatening but just sounding horny as hell.
The sparkle in his gorgeous blue eyes tells me that he knows exactly how I’m feeling. He opens his mouth but I hold up my hand.
“This conversation is inappropriate,” I say in my most fussy voice.
He throws his head back and I watch the corded muscles in his strong neck, fascinated against my will.
He finally stops laughing and wipes at the tears streaming down his cheeks. “Baby, I wish to heaven you could hear yourself sometimes. When you try and sound snarky and cold like that, it just sounds like a sexy librarian telling a boy to shush up. And I like that look, baby. A lot.”
“What the hell is wrong with you today?” I shout as we walk over to the car. When I look at him, it looks like he’s vibrating with mixed emotions. His eyes are darting back and forth around the garage but I don’t see anybody around.
My brows scrunch down. “Why isn’t there anybody down here? This is usually a pretty busy time of day in the parking garage.”
He shrugs his broad shoulders but I can see that he looks tense all of a sudden.
But he doesn’t say anything and I can’t accuse him of something without concrete proof. Besides that, I have no idea what I’d accuse him of.
He opens the car door and I smile at the driver, surprised when he looks away.
Unease skitters down my spine with an icy chill. I look up into Dexter’s guarded blue eyes, searching for a reason why everything seems off.
But I find nothing and he nods to the backseat of the car. “Get in, Daisy. We’ve got to get on the road.”
Nodding slowly, I finally look away from him and climb into the car’s seat. He gets in after me and I push myself way over so that no part of my body is touching his. I don’t know what happened last night but it will not happen again.
The car pulls out of the parking garage and we move into the sunlight of the day but I can’t quite get rid of the chill of unease that seems to have settled all the way down into my bones.
Something’s going on and I have a feeling I’m not going to like it. I pull out my phone and start working on a few emails that I need to send.
After all, how bad could it be. Dexter would never hurt me. I trust him.
ChapterEight
DEXTER
I breathe easier once she starts working on her phone when I’ve got her in the car. She’s not watching out the windows and she’s focused on what she’s doing. It might take a little while for her to realize what’s going on. If I’m lucky we’ll be well out of the city.
I watch her out of the corner of my eye while she works, fascinated by her beauty. The delicate lines of her perfect face. The soft green gaze that’s sharp and so damn intelligent that it cuts through all my bullshit. Her dainty nose lightly kissed with freckles along the bridge and the high cheekbones that are subtly tinged with the barest tinge of pink.
She’s so damn beautiful that it takes my breath away. She thinks it’s crazy that I want her but I’d have to be dead and blind not to. Her lush breasts push against the silky evergreen blouse, hinting at the treasure hidden behind it. Her ass when she got into the car was enough to make a grown man weep. So rounded and curvaceous. I’ve wanted to spank that ass since I first saw her. Or take a bite out of it. I’m a sick caveman bastard every time I see her. Barely able to control all my impulses when she’s near.
The spicy floral scent that she wears lingers in the car, trailing over to me. I drag it into my lungs like pure oxygen, closing my eyes and fighting the moan that wants to break free.
She tends to get lost in the work and so I’m not surprised when she looks up after an hour and glances out the window, her brows lifting when she sees the open road and the peaks of mountains in the distance.
Her eyes drag back to me and she glares wildly at me. “Where the hell are we, Dexter?”
Considering the laser brightness of her eyes I’m not going to crow that she finally called me Dexter.
