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My hands twist on the table under hers until I’m taking her hands in mine. “What does that mean, Avery?”
“It means that you’re making this a lot easier to like you.”
My heart rate picks up pace in my chest at her confession. I want nothing more than to reach across the table and take her face in my hands and press my mouth to her soft, pink lips and scream,yes!
“Are you developing feelings for me, Princess?”
Her face flushes as I watch her cheeks turn red. “I said I like you. Don’t let that go to your head.”
I’m so fucking gone for this girl.
I want to explore more on what that means. Does that mean she likes me more than a friend? Does she just like me as a person? As her boss?
The biggest question is… does she like me enough that we can continue this relationship when this is all over?
“Is it a bad thing if you like me? I mean I'm your boss.” I shrug. “It might not be the worst thing in the world if we actually tolerated each other more than we have been.”
She laughs. “It’s that black heart, Marcus. You should already know I won’t stop busting your balls at work—whether I like you or hate you.”
She’s mentioned having a black heart before and I can’t help but think how wrong she is. She may have been dead set on never being in a relationship in her life, but who she is as a person tells me she’s got a bigger heart than she makes it out to be.
This is the woman who color-coded my business calendar because she knows it helps me. The woman who sets my meeting times early so that I show up on time for them. The woman who dropped work to be there for her mom in her time of need. The woman who fights for what she believes in, like how she fought me this week to bring my jealous mind at ease that she’s not seeing someone else. The woman who agreed to spend the entire summer convincing my boss that I’m worthy of having an entire company passed down to me. This woman definitely doesn’t have a black heart.
My mind is spinning with an urge to tell her how I really feel. I want to admit that I want to explore this more, and I want her to be all mine, beyond this deal that we made. But now is not the right time because I know I need to tread lightly with her.
“I wish you’d still bust my balls.” I decide to playfully admit.
“Is that so, boss man?” she coos. “You should know that I’dgladlybust them.”
I groan in my seat at the same time the waiter passes by. I stop him in his tracks and say, “Check, please.”
She sends me the cutest fake frown I’ve ever seen. “No dessert this time?”
I smirk. “Oh we’re getting dessert. Just not here.” She sits in silence, with a slightly stunned look on her face. “I’m taking you home.”
* * *
Avery walks into the penthouse as if she lives here.
It’s so much different than the first time I brought her here.. She knows this place now and I can feel how comfortable that makes her.
The feelings I have for her have been building and building over time, and this one small move of her walking intomyhome, only confirms how much I want her.
More of her.
All of her.
Which doesn’t sound like it would be a breaking point for someone, but for me… it is. All of a sudden, I want her in my space at all times. I want her clothes in my closet, and her favorite scent of candle lit on the kitchen island.
After getting changed into sweatpants, I make my way to the living room to find her standing at the window with a glass of wine she poured for herself, overlooking Central Park. The city sky lights up from the thunderstorm that started as we were leaving the restaurant. She hasn’t gotten changed yet, so she’s still wearing that very tempting little black dress, and her hair is still damp from the downpour we got caught in.
I step into her space and stand directly behind her. I feel her body tense up without my hands even being on her, ss if she can sense me being so close.
“You didn’t get changed?” I ask.
“I didn’t get changed,” she repeats as a statement, not a question. My fingers delicately brush the exposed skin on her shoulder before they trail down her arm. I press a light kiss to her shoulder, and she shivers at the touch before she places the glass of wine on the table beside us.
Blood rushes to my cock, and it’s taking everything in me to hold back.
