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He doesn’t answer. He simply stares into my eyes and softly untangles his fingers from my hair. He presses his palms against my back, softly rubbing my body.
“Miss Edwards?” he whispers against my lips.
“Yes?”
“Get the fuck out of my house.”
“What?”
“Now.” He steps back, shattering our moment. “Get out.”
“I wasn’t finished talking.”
“Yes, you were.” He shakes his head. “And I definitely am. We are done talking.”
“I have more questions.”
“Send them to me in an email.” He grabs my hand and leads me back to the living room. Picking up my things and stuffing them into a bag, he practically throws it at me.
Then he pulls the door open so hard the hinges squeal.
“Out,” he says.
“Fine.” I walk past him, taking a few steps onto the porch. Sighing, I turn around to face him, but he slams the door shut before I can say another word.
5
LIAM
A couple of nights later
Drafting a two weeks notice isn’t supposed to be this difficult.
Unfortunately, there are no proper ways to say, “I can’t bear being around one of my students because she’s too fucking beautiful,” or “I’ve never been this attracted to anyone—not even my ex wife—and I swear, it’s not just her looks. It’s her mind, too, and if she were my age, I would’ve asked her out long ago.”
My cursor blinks at me in annoyance, unimpressed with the five words I’ve managed to type.
To Whom It May Concern.
Shutting the laptop, I open a drawer and pull out a Cuban cigar. On Wall Street, these were reserved for special occasions—closing deals, landing top clients, and crushing the competition. Now, my wins are defined by a personal metric that changes daily.
Didn’t look at Genevieve too long. Didn’t think about what would’ve happened if I tasted her lips the moment she daredme. Didn’t wake up with a hard-on after replaying our first night together for the umpteenth time.
Before I can light up to today’s success, my phone buzzes on the desk.
Her.
Assuming it’s a butt dial, I hit ignore. Then I make an adjustment to her contact information: “Never Get Caught Alone in a Room with Her Again.” To better conceal it, I make it an anagram.
The moment I hit save, she calls again.
“Yes, Miss Edwards?”
“Hey…How are you tonight?”
I say nothing.
“Sorry. I meant, ‘Hello, Mr. Donovan,”she says. “Are you busy right now?”
