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The waiter brings our food and I can’t wait for him to leave so that I can hear the rest of Jace’s story.
“Mostly cleaning and acting as messengers for the nurses,” he says. “My parents believed in instilling the idea of hard work from an early age.” I would never have thought that the Anderson kids had ever held cleaning rags in their hands.
“Your parents were very different,” I tell him.
“They were,” he says with a note of pride in his voice. I envy him for that.
We eat silently for a few minutes but it’s the kind of silence that comes with being comfortable with another person. The steak is perfectly cooked and so are the accompanying sautéed vegetables and roasted potatoes. Still, it’s a lot of food and it’s not long before my stomach is protesting.
“Do you like the food?” Jace asks when I push away my plate.
“I love it but it’s a lot and I’m already full,” I say.
He nods but doesn’t try to coax me to eat some more as other people would.
“It’s a lot of responsibility to run a clinic the size of The Anderson,” I say as I sip my wine. My gaze moves to his lips as he replies. I like the shape of them and I find myself longing to trace the outline with my finger.
“It is but my parents help. They’re on the board and they’ve always made it clear that they want to help in the big decisions at the clinic,” Jace says. “I consult them a lot.”
I love his lack of pride in asking for help. The more I get to know Jace, the more I wonder if there really is anything that’s been hidden at the clinic. He comes across as very strict and serious when it comes to his work. I don’t see fuck ups happening under his watch. It’s early days but I’ve always trusted my instinct for people and Jace is ticking all the correct boxes. In my mind’s eye, I can see Amelia, my editor frowning at me and wagging a skeptical finger.
“What about you? Have you always wanted to be a personal assistant?” he asks and seems very interested in my answer.
Because of this, I try to stick to the truth as much as I can. “Not particularly. I wanted to be a writer. I still plan to do that in the future.” Is it my imagination or does the tone of my voice sound weird? Like I’m lying.
His eyes light up. “Oh yeah? In that case, you should meet my sister-in-law, Ivy Martin. She writes—”
“Medical thrillers,” I shriek making people seated near us turn to stare. I clasp my hand over my mouth. “Are you serious? Ivy Martin is your sister-in-law?”
Jace nods with a huge grin across his face. “I’m not a big reader but when I do read, I read her stuff.”
“She’s a great writer and yes, I’d love to meet her.” I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to meet Ivy Martin.
We don’t run out of conversation during dinner, as I feared we would. We finish the bottle of wine, or rather, I do. Jace drinks one glass and excuses himself because he’s driving. When we leave, he touches my arm lightly, and awareness tingles through my blood stream.
You can cut the sexual tension with a knife in the car. We don’t speak on the way to my place. My body throbs in places I had no idea could throb. I want Jace Anderson so badly. I’ve never been a slave to my body before. I could blame the wine but that would be lying to myself.
I want to invite him up to my apartment so badly. I’ve fantasized about those big hands on my body, squeezing, caressing...Fuck him and get it over and done with. That’s the only way to get Jace Anderson out of my system and then I can concentrate on the reason I’m at The Anderson Clinic.
Amelia hasn’t asked me a thing so far. She knows it will take time to get the information she wants. She won’t be patient forever, though. I’ll need to have some sort of progress so the sooner I focus, the better. My mind is made up and when Jace slides the car into a parking space in front of my apartment…
“Do you want to come up for coffee?” I ask him with a shaky voice.
“I’d like that,” he says quietly and kills the engine.
Goosebumps break out on my skin as we walk into my apartment building. Am I really going to go through with this? I’ve never invited a man to my home for the sole purpose of having sex. I feel slutty and wild. As if I don’t have a care in the world.
In the elevator, Jace smiles at me but otherwise stays absolutely motionless while I can’t keep my feet still. When the car comes to a stop on my floor the pounding of my heart increases. I open my purse and dip my hand in to find my keys. I had them a moment ago when I opened the building door. Shit. I can’t find my keys.
“Here, let me do that,” Jace says and takes my purse. He finds the keys and hands them to me.
I hope he doesn’t see my shaking hands as I insert the key and then push the door open. I walk in and hold the door for Jace to enter. He does and I close the door. We stare at each other. My chest rises up and down and I have no doubt that he can see it.
I don’t know who makes the first move but in the next second, we’re in each other’s arms. Jace’s cologne surrounds me, teasing me, intoxicating me. He stares deep into my eyes and then brings his lips to mine. An explosion goes off as our lips meet. My legs can barely hold me up.
Jace slips his tongue into my mouth and we taste each other. A gasp escapes my mouth as sensation builds up. He tastes of heat and sin. His hands move to cup my ass over my dress, pulling me to him. His erection pushes against me, reminding me that this is not a game.
Slight panic comes over me. What the fuck am I doing? Chris’ words pop into my mind.Sleeping with the boss might help you achieve your objectives faster.
