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“Sarah would flay me alive if she saw me now,” she said through gritted teeth, imagining just how she would look to her friend, likely with her lipstick smeared and her cheeks and chest flushed with desire.
When she finally pulled her face back from his, she looked up to see that she had left her mark upon him. Her peach lipstick, though quite pale, was smeared across his face. And for a few moments, all she could feel was satisfaction.
Then the guilt threatened to overwhelm her.
“This is my fault,” Lance said, stepping away so quickly that Kayla almost stumbled right along with him. She had to griphold of the edge of the breakfast bar in order to stop herself from falling.
Her knees were so weak that her entire legs felt like jelly.
“I never should have come in for that drink,” Lance continued, and Kayla's throat constricted.
“Do you regret it?” she whispered the words so quietly that if he hadn't been a wolf, he might not have heard her.
Yet, his eyes whipped up to meet hers, and the anger he saw blazing there told Kayla all she needed to know.
“Never,” he declared, and a rush of heat spiked through Kayla's body all over again.
“You should go,” she said, still through gritted teeth, forcing herself to continue to meet his gaze, “before we both do something we will regret.”
They stared at each other for several long, agonizing moments, and Kayla had to fight desperately not to grab hold of him and kiss him again.
“What about that?” Lance asked, inclining his head to Kayla's phone that had dinged with the arrival of yet another message.
Kayla shrugged her shoulders and sighed. “I'll do what I always do and block the number again.”
Lance didn't look entirely convinced that that was going to do much of anything, but he didn't protest.
Instead, he increased the distance between them a little more, raised his head high and said, “Thank you for the drink.”
“You're welcome,” Kayla said, and silently she added to herself,thanks for reminding me of what it feels like to be truly desired.
She feared that if she said the words aloud they might just end up picking up where they had left off. And now that her wits were returning to her, she knew just how bad an idea that would be.
“If the trouble continues,” Lance insisted, crossing his arms over his chest, “you know where I am.”
Kayla knew that well. Having spent six out of seven days a week in his company, she knew exactly where he was and how to get ahold of him. What she had never anticipated was that she would get ahold of him in the manner she had tonight.
He is Sarah's father!she reminded herself over-firmly.Worse, he's your boss!
It was as he turned and started toward the hall that Kayla called after him, “We really should forget this ever happened.”
Lance stopped at the archway leading to the hall and looked back over his shoulder. “I will if you will.”
Chapter 6 - Lance
The next morning Lance entered the office half expecting that Kayla wouldn't be there. How could be blame her if she had called in sick or even quit altogether? The truth was, he couldn’t. And if she did, he would kick himself. She was quite simply the best secretary he had ever had, and he had been through five or six in the past three years alone.
He was greeted as he always was by the other subcontractors working within the building, a smile and a wave here and there, a few words in passing. But all the while he was anxious to get to his part of the building, which just so happened to be the furthest from the main doors, down the hall and to the right.
And as he approached, he sniffed the air questioningly. Was that her patchouli and orange blossom perfume he could smell? No, he was sure he was just imagining it.
He was almost entirely certain she wouldn't be there waiting at her desk for him as she was every other morning.
And yet, when he pushed through the door at the end of the hall that led to the space in which he, Lewis and Jake had their offices, there she was.
“Good morning, Lance,” she said, smiling as she rose from her chair to bring him his coffee and the morning reports. “I hope you had a pleasant evening.”
Lance searched her gaze, but he saw only her smile. In fact, there seemed nothing different about her at all.
