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“I…”
Had the kiss affected her as powerfully as it had him? “Say yes, Kaylee.”
“You’re demanding.”
“Get used to it.” Because he intended to ask for everything she had to offer, consequence be damned. “Say yes to me.”
CHAPTERSIX
Frost’s soft, undemanding kiss curled Kaylee’s toes and sent desire spiraling through her. His gentleness stood in stark contrast to the ruthless man she knew him to be. More than any other man ever, he knew exactly how to coax a response from her. He gave her a taste of what she wanted and then waited.
And now he’d invited her back to his place. Accepting would be pure madness. Playing with him last night had been a huge mistake. Not because the experience hadn’t been wonderful, but because it had been one of the best of her entire life. Everything from the way he’d talked to her beforehand to the way he checked on her throughout, giving her things that she hadn’t even been aware she craved—including a little harder impact play than usual to an orgasm that had rocked her so intensely it spun her into another world.
His aftercare had been exquisite. And she’d been tempted to stay in his arms for as long as he’d allow. For a wild, impetuous moment, she had wanted him to invite her to go home with him.
But she’d been grateful that her rational mind had asserted itself.
Frost was her boss, and blurring the lines had been a terrible idea.
At home, sleep had eluded her, and she’d had to take a hot bath. When she still tossed and turned, she resorted to masturbating.
Somewhere around two, she’d finally managed some broken rest. She’d woken numerous times, dreaming of him, replaying the scene and imagining ones she still wanted to have.
Not only did Evan Frost—Master Evan Frost—dominate her waking hours, he now filled all the rest of them.
Would they even be able to work together going forward?
As he held her gaze, she mentally shook herself. Sharing the same office space would be impossible if she continued to recall their interchange at the Quarter. And now his ring lay heavy on her finger.
Fire flared in his deep, dark-blue eyes. Once again, she was pulled into the tractor beam of his devastating masculinity.
She knew as well as he did that his suggestion to tour his house was nothing more than a pretext. After all, he could simply describe it to her or email some pictures. So his request to go home with him was about something else entirely. “I have an early morning. My boss demands I show up at work at seven a.m.”
“He sounds like a tyrant.”
“He has his moments.” In the past, she might have seized on that to drive home her point about how difficult he was to work with. But since last night, she’d seen him in a different light. He’d gotten into his role as Santa and been patient with all the ladies who had fawned over him, and he’d been more than courteous with her.
Today she found out a little bit about his background and heard the raw note of hurt in his voice as he talked about his mother’s untimely death. Heaven help her, his expression softened each time he mentioned his grandmother.
The flowers he’d shown up with this morning had been beautiful, and Mr. Jennings seemed to respect Frost. As for Isabelle, Kaylee doubted that the store owner would have opened her shop on a Sunday for just anyone. And the woman seemed to have a genuine fondness for him.
Seeing a different side of him—a more human one—complicated Kaylee’s life. Disliking him, thinking of him as an asshole was easier…and a whole lot safer emotionally.
The same hunger that existed between them last night now hung in the air, hot and heavy, fed by his kiss and the glint of her ring.
Not pressing, he continued to regard her. Maybe if he had pushed, it would have been easier to refuse him. But he waited, allowing her inner turmoil to feed itself.
If she went back to her apartment now, she would be restless and needy.
“I’ll ensure that you arrive home early,” he promised.
Knowing that he didn’t expect her to spend the night was the safety net she needed.
Silencing the whispered warnings of her mind, she slowly nodded.
“Is that a yes?”
Of course he would push for verbal consent. “Yes.” Her heart hammered the same way it had last night, with thunderous anticipation.
