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“Can I get you something to drink, Noelle?” His voice is gentle.
“No, thank you.”
Damn it. He looks more irresistible in just his long-sleeved turtleneck. I remember just how broad those shoulders are without any clothes. How strong his hands are, and how warm my body gets as they roam. How captivating his biceps and muscles flex as he moves in me, over and over.
He gestures toward a leather sofa. “Have a seat.”
“I have to go back to work.”
He fixes me a stare. “And I have a shit ton of work to do. But we need to iron this out so things don’t get weird. The sooner we can, the sooner we can both get back to business. Now, sit down.”
“What do you think we’re working out … sir?”
Sighing, he closes the distance between us.
“This weird friction. The crazy sex we had last Friday. The fact that I didn’t know you’ll be working under me, and you didn’t know I’m your boss. All these sound familiar?”
His breath on my face makes me shiver. Giving in, I take a seat. He sits next to me.
“I’m sorry about last week, sir. I had no idea.”
“Why apologize? It was one of the best nights of my life.”
Flushed, I tug at the hem of my skirt. I shift an inch from him.
He narrows his gaze. “You still feel it, don’t you?”
I tilt my head to meet his blue, straight eyes, which look like they’re staring deep into me.
“F-Feel what, sir?”
He strokes his hair. “For God’s sake, Noelle. What happened to you calling me by my name?”
“A lot of things have changed since then, sir.”
He stares at me with narrowed eyes. “Let’s be honest with each other. We had the night of our lives together, and there was some crazy chemistry. There still is. Denying it won’t help.”
I grit my teeth. It’s frustrating because he’s right. But what am I supposed to do? Have a fling with my boss and put my job in jeopardy?
“I’m sorry, sir. There’s no attraction on my end.”
Maverick touches my hand and I shiver. His brows shoot up as I withdraw further.
“See? Well, then.”
“Are we done?” I stand, unable to meet his gaze.
He rises as well. “Hardly.”
I stride to the door and yank on the handle.
He groans. “Wait. I did mean it when I said I had something important to talk to you about.”
His footsteps come up behind me. His hand presses against the door, and his other hand touches my shoulder. I shudder as his touch makes my skin tingle.
“Turn around, Noelle.”
My eyes close against the surge of arousal his touch brings. His body presses against mine, spurring my wild desire for him. This sensation overwhelming my senses is further intensified by my lingering frustration and recent aggravation with Chris.
