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I swallowed, meeting his aloof gaze. "I'm sorry I snuck out."
Maddy was right. That was a bitch move. I should've at least waited until he was awake to tell him to his face that having sex was a mistake. A delirious and absolutely delightful mistake, but a mistake nonetheless.
An emotion flashed across his face. Good. That meant he wasn't completely uninterested, right?
"What are you so scared of Felicity?" he asked then.
You. But I didn't say that. Instead, I kept my gaze on him, my throat working as I gulped down a thick ball of saliva.
God.
Why did I have to go and catch feelings for him?
Why did I have feelings for anyone at all?
Had I not learned anything from the past?
Did history have to repeat itself before I realized that men brought nothing but problems and headaches?
"I was awake, you know,” he went on. “When you snuck out like a wuss. I kept wondering what kind of damage that fucker did to you to make you so convinced that you don't deserve to catch a fucking break. Did all that walk of shame for nothing." He scoffed. "I was going to give you time to go through the motions, but it looks like you won't need it."
He’d been awake? Why didn’t he say anything?
"I left because what we had was entirely physical,” I said, “and I didn't need the reminder that we'd made a mistake."
A shadow flashed across his face. "Say that one more time, and I swear I'll fuck you right here, right now, for everyone to see."
Was that supposed to frighten me? Because all did was immensely arouse me.
"If my father hears about us, he'll stop at nothing to ruin your career just to send you far away from me," I said. I was begging him to see reason. He had to know he was at risk of having his ass handed to him by my father if he continued with this ridiculous infatuation with me.
Because that was all it was. An infatuation. A basic human, male body reaction to the female gender.
I thought he'd just wanted to have sex, but that already happened, and it didn't look like he was going to be backing down anytime soon. So, his infatuation might have run deeper than I thought.
"Screw your father,” Aaron growled.
"What will it take for you to get over me?"
Aaron smirked. "Too late, baby. I already tasted you, and I don’t want to get over you."
"You can't be serious."
"I'm dead serious. What the fuck are you so terrified of?"
"Everything. Because you know almost everything about me, Aaron. I even told you the one secret I’ve kept hidden and never told anyone."
He licked his lower lip. "That you fell in love? It's not much of a secret. I figured that much already when you decided you hated being called beautiful."
I was so thankful that I hadn't told him more. "Stop calling me ‘baby.’ We're at work."
So, did that mean I did want him to call me baby, just when we were not at work?
His eyes darkened. "Which is precisely the reason I don't have you up against a wall with my cock inside you."
My breathing stopped. Jesus. How could he just comfortably throw that out there? We were the only ones in his office, but glass walls had eyes and ears, damn it.
"Aaron, you're being unreasonable," I sighed. Nothing good could come out of this. We were too different, too separated in our temperaments.
