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“I see.”

I get lost.

I’m so fucking taken off course by Noah.

How did this happen so quickly and without my permission?

Damn it, Sunday!

“What?” She pulls me from wondering. “Why are you looking at me like that? You’ve got this intense, inquisitive look on your face. I feel a little bit like I’m under a microscope.”

“Does it bother you?”

“You purse your lips, and your hand touches your jaw. The friction of your fingers against your stubble makes a scratchy sound. Your stare, from down there on the floor at least, is practically making my hands sweat.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Well, earlier, neither did you.”

I can’t help the deep chuckle she pulls from me. She has me there.

“I think it’s time we get to work. We’ve played hooky long enough.” I get up from the floor.

“Whatever you say, boss.”

My dick stirs in my pants when she calls me boss.

I’m never going to survive Noah being in the office every day.

I want her like I want my next breath.

Once I’m up off the floor and away from Noah’s legs, I try to concentrate on work, but I think that idea is shot for the day. Hopefully, wherever Sunday is, she’s up to something productive because, for the first time since I built this business, I’m completely distracted. Talking to Noah makes me feel at ease. Our interactions are effortless. I want more. Knowing that she’s game in this little back and forth between us makes me want it all.

My eyes are drawn to Noah’s legs, the smooth skin on full display. She’s built like an athlete with muscle and tone but still possesses natural feminine curves. She’s pulled me in quickly and stolen all of my attention. My eyes might be addicted to her legs, but my mind is intrigued by everything else about her.

Her words.

Her life.

Her dislikes and likes.

Her mannerisms.

There is something about Noah. She’s special, and I need to decide what that means. I have to think about how it will affect me, and more importantly, I need to think about the ripple effect it will cause for Sunday and the consequences it will create for both her and myself.

Noah clicks her pen, and I look up.

She looks at me from across the room with a stare that cripples me. I want her so badly, and her body language is telling me she wants me back just as fiercely. Noah is everything I’ve ever wanted. Still, I have Sunday’s safety to think about, and that isn’t something I’m willing to go lax on.

So, it doesn’t matter how much I want to start something with Noah; I won’t do it. Not yet. Not until I have the time to devote to her. It’s a shitty decision to have to make, but I make it. All Sunday asked was for me to get to know Noah, so that’s what I’ll do. I’ll get to know her, and I’ll keep my dick to myself.

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