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I let out a groan that reverberates through the room. “I thought the same thing. I’ll have to implement a rule that we always need someone in the room with us at the church.”
Ethan smirks. “Billy Graham rules.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “No. This is just for me. And only with her. Because I crossed a line. This is to show her that I know I messed up, and I want to make it right. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable at work.”
His lips quirk. “The lip touch sounded consensual to me.”
I shut my eyes. “I’m her pastor. She trusted me to baptize her.”
He gets up from his chair and pats my shoulder. “I’d pray about it before you set up any rules at the church. If I know anything about Mari, she’s not going to like being told what to do.”
A smile tugs at my lips against my own will. No, she’ll probably tell me I’m overstepping. Her eyes will flash, and that cute little chin will lower as she leans back into her chair.
“I don’t agree, Pastor.”
“I don’t care, young lady. You’ll obey me, or else...”
Fuck.
When my eyes shoot to Ethan, he’s smirking at me, clearly sensing the direction of my thoughts. With a final glare at him, I march out of the room.
God help me tomorrow.
ChapterTen
Mariana
“Alright, you need to get out of here,” I say to my friend Zac. “You’re distracting me.”
Not that I really want him to leave. Sure, he’s been sitting on my desk for the last half hour, and I’ve gotten almost nothing done. He’s been talking so much, I’ve barely even been able to eat the lunch he brought me.
But at least I haven’t thought about Brandon.
Much.
My head has been pounding today. Screaming. What is going to happen? I came to Brandon’s office this morning to have our “talk.” He told me we’d have it at the end of the day without even looking up from his computer. Since then, he’s been as cold and remote as a marble statue.
“Alright, I’ll leave you alone,” Zac says. “Are you coming to happy hour tomorrow night?”
I wrinkle my nose. “Not unless Livvy’s coming. I’m not a big baseball fan. It’s boring.”
“My little hater.” Zac leans forward and touches the tip of my nose. “Don’t tell Cole. He’ll start crying.”
I snort. “As if I care about soothing his—”
My lips close as Brandon’s face appears in the doorway. His jaw is set, and his eyes are dark.
“Do you need something?” I ask.
“Nope.” He quickly disappears, and my bafflement expands like a balloon.
Why did he seem angry? I didn’t do anything wrong last night, damn it.
“I want to do something with you on Saturday,” Zac says. “No spending the day with Livvy. It’s my turn.”
I giggle. “Your turn? Is this a competition now between you and Livvy? You know she’ll always win.”
He grins. “Hey, I’ll fight. She’s going to be married soon. She won’t have the stamina.”
