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I don’t want to be that person. My brain protests. I’m only doing this because I’m insanely attracted to Jace Anderson. Except, I’m in a jumble right now. I don’t know what’s what. I break the kiss and push him away.
“I’m sorry. I can’t.” I fold my arms across my chest and refuse to look at his face.
Chapter 6: Jace
I sit in my car, willing my breathing to return to normal. I can’t believe what just happened but the massive tent in front of my pants is evidence enough.Fuck. I cover my face with my hands. What is wrong with me? I practically jumped her as soon as we entered her apartment. I frightened her. A voice in my head reminds me that she wanted it too, at first. Maybe but that wasn’t consent to kiss her. I should have accepted the cup of coffee, admired her from afar, and then left. That was what sane, responsible people did.
I curse aloud as I drive off. I’m disgusted with myself. More so because I can’t stop thinking of Olivia’s taste and how her body molded into mine like it belonged there.
Shit.
It’s going to be a long night.
I get home and my dick is still as hard as a rock. I head straight to my bedroom and undress, tossing my clothes on a chair, and then walk to the bathroom with my dick leading the way. I enjoy a hot shower first but it does nothing so I press a knob and the water turns icy cold. I grit my teeth and endure the stinging cold water. That does the trick and I finally get out of the shower. I’m too wound up to sleep. Instead, I take my laptop with me to bed, intending to get some work done. It’s going to be awkward working with Olivia. I’d never done anything so stupid in my life. The next few months are going to be torture.
The image of me between her legs, tasting her sweet nectar pops into my mind without warning. I resolutely push it away but not before enjoying it for a few seconds more. I force my attention on my emails and start responding to them one by one.
***
The following day, I go to the office earlier than usual, having been awakened by erotic scenes in my mind of Olivia. She’s not at her desk yet and for that, I’m relieved. I lock myself in my office, determined to keep up my normal productivity levels.
It works. Until I hear footsteps outside my office and I know that Olivia has arrived. On one hand, it’s a relief, because it means she’s not so upset as to resign. But there’s the problem of the awkwardness that will be between us… I’ll have to live with that.
At eight on the dot, she knocks on my door and enters bearing my cup of coffee. “Morning,” she says without making eye contact.
I keep my eyes averted as well. I don’t want any temptation. I’ve done enough damage. Fuck Dylan and his advice. “Good morning. Thank you for the coffee.”
“You’re welcome,” she says. “Do you want to go over your schedule now?” I hate that her voice is muted as if what happened yesterday has doused her enthusiasm.
“Yes. Please sit down.”
She’s wearing a skirt and I keep my eyes focused on a spot behind her. We go through my schedule and then she leaves as quickly as she can as if she can’t bear to be in my presence. I reach for the lukewarm coffee and take a huge gulp. I’m a fucking idiot.
We avoid each other most of the morning and I don’t invite her to come on my morning rounds with me. I skip breakfast as well and instead have another cup of coffee in my office. I’m glad that by eleven, I’m done with all of my morning appointments. I stay cooped up in my office until lunch time when I leave for a light meal. I’m relieved that neither of my brothers are in the cafeteria. I’m not in a mood to chat or explain my moodiness. I eat a salad, wash it down with a bottle of cold water, then head back to my office.
Olivia is not at her desk but my office door is ajar. I find her seated in my chair arranging the desk. She looks up, startled. “I was arranging your desk,” she blurts out.
“It’s okay,” I say as I enter and automatically move to my desk at the same time as she stands up. We both stop within an inch of each other. She’s so close, I can smell her lemon scent. It’s different and I can’t get enough of it.
We lock gazes and I seize the opportunity to make things right. “I’m sorry about the other night,” I tell her. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. It was out of line and not the way an employer should behave with his PA.” I’m drawn to her chest as it moves up and down. Damn.
“I’m sorry too,” Olivia says breathlessly. She looks so fucking kissable. So fuckable that I want to take her right now, damn the consequences.
“What for?”
“For pushing you away,” she says softly.
It takes a few seconds for her meaning to sink in. When it does, I take a step forward and take her into my arms. I kiss her savagely, sucking on her lips so hard I’m afraid of leaving bruises yet I can’t stop myself. She wraps her arms around my neck and pushes her chest against mine.
Reason flies out the window. I don’t care that anyone can walk in on us at any moment. All I care about is kissing her. Tasting her. I cup her breasts with my hands and when that isn’t enough, I slip my hands under her blouse. Her nipples push against her bra as I tease them with my thumbs. She feels so fucking good. So perfect.
My dick throbs between my legs. I want more. I need more. I pull away and march to the door. I turn the key and return to Olivia. She hasn’t moved from her spot.
“I want to taste you. Is that okay?” I ask her and place my hands possessively on her hips as if she’s mine.
She nods with her eyes wide open. I sink to my knees and slide my hands up her legs. I love that she likes wearing skirts. They make things so much easier. So accessible. Her skin is smooth and her thighs firm. She lets out a soft moan, even though I’m barely touching her.
The skirt is getting in the way. “Remove your skirt,” I growl. “I want to see all of you.”
