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"Let's blow Verten's mind with those ideas of yours, get you into this project as if you'd been designing it from day one. You'll see this is exactly the place where you should be," he interrupted me just as I was about to tell him I couldn't stay.
I pursed my lips, following his movement and taking another nervous sip out of my water, watching as his lips quirked into a soft smile that sparkled in his eyes. He looked different like this, like he wore his heart on his sleeve as a default, as opposed to the cold ruthlessness I had seen at AD.
We spent the next few hours discussing the project, studying the construction site, and going over all the details, with beer and pizza as company.
Liam's passion for his work was evident, but it was hard to focus on everything he was saying, try as I might. Devilish images of his perfectly chiseled abs kept popping into my mind, distracting me and taking me into dangerous grounds of a lust I had yet to experience. How could someone be so perfectly designed? I tried my best to hide my thoughts and pay attention, but it was difficult with him sitting so close to me that I could almost taste him.
I shouldn’t have had those beers! I was feeling them on my knees, and worse than that, there was an alcohol and Liam-induced hum settling between my legs.
By the time we finished, we both slumped on the couch, tired. Liam had his head resting back on the headrest, his eyes closed, and a freshly opened beer in his hand.
“Liam?” I could feel my tongue dragging a little, my mind foggy but with a clarity that was frightening.
“Hum?” He sleepily replied.
“Why did you kiss me the other day?” I had lost my filter and brakes altogether. My sanity, too, as it seemed. Liam’s eyes shot wide open, my question clearly catching him off guard.
“You asked me to, remember?” He answered after taking a large sip and gathering his thoughts.
“I did, but you coached me to it.”
He flashed me a wicked smirk that did very wrong things to me. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the need that had suddenly grown between them.
Mental note – never drink around Liam again. This was a dangerous road I was going down, but damn did I want to hear the answer to that question.
“Well, huh…” It was the first time I saw him nervous, and the implication only worsened my state. He cleared his throat and sat up straight, facing me. “I’m not sure what had me craving it more, seeing you half-naked in that bathroom or that sassy mouth of yours.” Liam licked his lips while his eyes bore into mine as his words settled in, but quickly enough, he shook his head with a sharp inhale. “But like I said, my promise stands, and it won’t ever happen again, Jamie. You can trust me on that.”
Fuck! Right now I didn’t want him to keep that promise. I wanted to feel his lips and his touch on me again. I wanted him to ease the fire blemishing between my thighs.
“Besides,” he interrupted my thoughts, “I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t appreciate it happening again.”
It was clear he was fishing for information, and I was all too eager to clarify his doubts. “I don’t have a boyfriend if that’s what you want to know. I’m sorry I asked, but I needed to know. I’ve never had anyone kiss me like that before.” Why on earth did I feel the need to share that?
“What? I’m not sure I can believe that!”
“Go ahead. It’s the truth.” Jack’s out of the box now, might as well just go with the flow, even though the tide was high, rippling and pulling hazardously.
“Why wouldn’t you have… Ohhhh!” Liam’s eyes widened in shock as he scooted closer to me, his face barely an inch away from mine as he whispered, “Are you a virgin, Miss Harden?”
I couldn’t believe he was asking me that question. And adding insult to injury, he was using the ‘Miss Harden’ spell that always hit me straight where it ached so good.
“I’m not sure that’s an appropriate question, Mr. Dornier.” I joked, pushing him back with my palm planted on his handsome face.
He laughed his way back to a less disturbing distance, “Humor me.”
“No, I’m not. Happy? I’ve had sex once.”
“Once? Well, well, well. Color me shocked. I would never have guessed you were soooo experienced.” He mocked me while I stared at him in utter disbelief that I’d said that out loud.
Another mental note. No more alcohol. Ever.
“If I deconstruct that phrase, that means you lost your virginity, and that was it.”
“How smart are you to infer that?” I mocked, trying to avoid the question I knew was coming.
“Why?” And there it was. This is how I go. Death by embarrassment.
“Isn’t that a too personal conversation to be having with my boss, Mr. Dornier?” I was hoping that was enough to end the awkward prying into my non-existent sex life.
