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The raw attraction I feel for him is the only reason I haven’t stormed out of here. I want to—no, need to—tear my eyes away from his, but I can’t. That twinkle is holding me captive, and I want to feel his hand on my ass again. Both hands, actually. I want to kiss his perfect lips—
“I’ll take your silence as affirmation.” He takes a step towards me, unfreezing me.
“No! I… I’m confused. If you were interested in me, why didn’t you ask for my number?”
He shrugs. “Did you want me to ask for your number, Kate?”
“I—”Yes.“It doesn’t matter. I’m not looking for a boyfriend.”
“I don’t want to be your boyfriend.”
That’s not the response I expected. “Then… what?”
“We can just fool around. Havefun.Come on, you can’t tell me you didn’t feel a rush after last night.”
He took a few steps while he spoke and he’s stealing all my air again, suffocating me. His words unsettle me because they’re true— I did feel a rush.
And it felt fuckinggood.
I peer at him through my lashes. His eyes look like fire and smoke as they rake my body. A tremor shoots up my spine and down my arms. But then I remember where we are. I take a step back, glancing around and shaking my head.
“This isn’t the time or place. Isn’t this your first time meeting everyone? What is wrong with you?”
“People hook up at parties all the time. Something tells me Rowan wouldn’t care what I do with his… employees,” Lorenzo says, his voice full of heat and promise of what he could do to me. My pussy aches and my clit throbs desperately.
I need to stop this. Taking a step to the side, I say, “I’m gonna go. You should get to know everyone and I’ll… see you Wednesday.”
His smirk falters but he recuperates it in the next breath. “You don’t want to get to know me, Kate?”
I don’t know how to answer that. Because I do, but I don't want him to know that. I hardly want to admit it to myself. I want to know what’s under all that dark apparel…
“Stay and have a few drinks. I’m sure you didn’t drive, and—”
“What makes you so sure of that?” I don’t like the way he presumes to know me, even if he is correct.
“You seem like the cautious type.”
Okay, well he’s not wrong there. And whatever…thisis, it’s the furthest thing from it. Engaging in this would be throwing caution to the wind, giving in to chasing that feeling I unlocked when I punched Trent. And crotch-splotched him.
“What are you thinking?” Lorenzo says with an arched brow, responding to the smile playing at my lips.
I wipe the smile from my face and ignore his question. “Fine. I’ll stay. But only for an hour.”
He only gives me an answering smirk before pivoting and strolling back towards the party. I follow him, stopping when he returns to the table he was at. More employees have joined, so he introduces himself and plugs right into the conversations.
How is he more popular than I am, and I’ve worked here for years? I don’t even remember these people’s names. We’re in different departments, so I only recognize them by face. Maybe he knew someone who works with us, and that’s how he got a job with Rowan.
I should be paying attention to the conversation so I can do anything other than stand by his side. Won’t people wonder the same thing I’m wondering? Why am I standing with the new guy? But my mind is reeling from the choice to stay and the desire to learn everything I can about him.
We’re at our third table stop, where he chats animatedly with some of the employees from IT, when I decide I’m just going to leave. Other than normal greetings, I’ve said nothing. I’m following him around like some sad puppy dog, and for what?
Why didn’t I just go home? Why? For some reason, I followed. For some reason, I stayed. Maybe it was the two flutes of champagne I chugged, which have made their effects known.
I’ll admit it’s been nice just watching him… be. He’s charming and personable, and people are drawn to him like a magnet. I watch his lips move as they speak, wondering what they’d feel like moving against mine. His laugh sends tingles up my spine, and I envision what it would be like to share a cup of coffee at a café.
But then I remember that I swore off men, and the heat in my core sizzles out.
Standing to his left, I wait until he’s talking again and then make my move to leave. I take one step when his hand whips out and grabs my wrist, pulling me back to him. He drops it immediately and without breaking from his conversation.
