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I stand there stunned.
My hands fall from my hips and relax at my sides.
The way he just so casually called me hisfuture wife.
The way we just had this entire conversation as if we actuallywerean engaged couple.
It’s like he just clipped the wire of the second bomb inside of me, stopping it from exploding before it caused even more damage.
“Marc.” My voice is low and breathy. “You know you could’ve just talked to me yesterday, right?”
“I know.” His face falls into a form of defeat. “I know.”
He stands from his chair, rounding his desk until he’s standing directly in front of me. The energy in the room has shifted the same way my body shifted to face him.
“For that… I’m sorry.” He brushes my hair out of my face. “I wanted to, but I spent the better part of the day fighting myself to calm down. I knew this wasn’t a conversation I could have in the state I was in. I had every intention of coming into work today, much more relaxed, and talking to you about this the second you walked through that door.”
“That would’ve been a good time for it.”
“You’re telling me,” he huffs. “Then you walked through those doors. Looking like the sweetest fucking sin. Something I shouldn’t want. Shouldn’t crave.” He releases a heavy breath. “Then I had to watch you texting over there. The thought of another man touching what’s mine, makes me see red.”
My jaw falls open.
His.
“And it made me so god damn jealous over someone else having you.”
I blow out a sigh. “You have me, Marc.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t, Avery. Not the way I want to have you.”
His desk phone ringing breaks us apart. I don’t even have a chance to respond before the receptionist tells him his scheduled client is here for the day over the speaker.
“I have to go to this closing.” He picks up his stack of papers and tucks them under his arm. “I don’t want to fight with you. Anyone but you…”
“It’s fine, boss man,” I tease him to try and lighten the mood. “We wouldn’t be us if we didn’t fight a little, right?”
He nods as he makes his way to the door.
“Marc.” I stop him, and he spins around as if he’s anticipating something big. I pause as he stands there, I want to rush to him and kiss him the way he kissed me in his penthouse. I want to tell him everything that I’m feeling. That deep down, he’s slowly melting away the ice of this cold heart. But instead I blurt out, “I blocked his number. Dean’s. He won’t contact me again.”
“Just do me a favor, and stop saying his name in my presence.”
“It’s cute when you’re all jealous,” I coax him.
He drops the laptop and the stack of papers on a small end table he has set right by his door and he stalks over to me. His teeth clamped down together, exposing the tick in his jaw.
“You think it’s cute?”
I tip up the corner of my lip, trailing my finger over his perfectly sculpted jawline. “Your jaw gets all hard, and sexy.”
He grips my hips, forcing my body forward until it crashes into his, grinding his hip into me before he takes my jaw between his fingers and thumb. “There’s a lot of things hard right now.”
I feel wetness pooling in my panties at the thought of that. Is make-up sex a real thing when you’re not actually in a relationship? Right now, I’m so fucking turned on that I wouldn’t be one bit mad if he bent me over his desk and fucked me like he still hates me.
“What are you going to do aboutthat?” I press my hips back into him.
“Later.” He takes a step back. “Don’t forget, dinner Saturday night.” He turns on his heel and picks up his stuff for the meeting off the table again. “You’re coming to the penthouse after too.”
