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“Your partner, Jaxson. He likes your friend, Mia. I have to say I was jealous of the man for a moment. Not anymore.”
“Jealous?” she whispered.
He took a few steps toward her. “Jealous. I would’ve pushed them both out myself if he didn’t take the initiative. Before you quit, I was debating whether or not to fire you.”
“Fire me? I was a damn awesome secretary. You had no reason to fire me.” She advanced at him, poking him in the chest.
He grabbed her hand, letting the fireworks explode throughout his body at her electrifying touch. His gaze caught a large jar filled halfway with quarters.
“I have no idea why you even have a swear jar when it doesn’t seem to stop you.” He stepped closer. Her eyes flashed with fire. “I couldn’t justify dating my secretary. I also didn’t want to lose seeing your face every day. I had such a dilemma. And now, I don’t.”
He tenderly brushed her lips with his. The soft moan that left her mouth had him dropping her hand and embracing her within his arms as his tongue dove in. He never wanted to let this woman go, or lose the intense emotions rushing throughout his body.
6
Gabby tore her lips away, pushed her hands against his chest, and backed up a few steps, almost running into the fridge. “What’s going on?”
He looked confused. “I’m pretty sure we were kissing and enjoying it.”
“You’re mad at me. Your Scrooge-like face said so.”
“Do I look like a mean, unsmiling slimeball right now?” He lifted his lips into a grin, washing away the previous angry vibes.
She could never resist his smiles. Especially since he rarely smiled.
A very unladylike chuckle slipped out. “Calling Scrooge a slimeball is a bit harsh.”
“He almost destroyed Christmas. Everyone should love a holiday that tries to milk every dime out you for the sake of presents people don’t need.” The twinkle in his eye and the smile still brightly displayed had her heart racing. Something was about to happen, and she wasn’t sure what—or if it should.
And he was joking with her. At least, he better be joking with her because she loved Christmas and not his version he so eloquently pointed out.
Her lip tilted up. “You better tell me you like Christmas.”
He closed the distance, placing a gentle hand on her cheek. “I like Christmas, especially if you like it because that means I get to see one of your beautiful smiles. I shouldn’t confess it, but I love your smiles.”
Wow. How they both thought alike, loving each other’s smiles.
He sighed, yet he still displayed a gentle grin. “You’re right; I was furious up until you opened the door. It melted away when I saw your beautiful face again. I missed seeing it today.”
Oh, she wanted to keep teasing about Christmas. He had made her heart pound even faster at his sweet words, but she couldn’t dispel the odd feeling he was still upset. “You’re not mad anymore? Just like that. I only have to flash a sweet smile and boom! All better.”
His smile dimmed but didn’t completely disappear. “What you did…I don’t forgive people who lie to me.”
She clutched his wrist, where his hand still held her cheek. “Then why are you kissing me? Is this some sort of revenge? Because I could kick your ass ten ways to Sunday.”
He kissed her as low masculine laughter echoed between them. “I almost want to see that happen. You’d probably do it very well, as well as you organized my office. You’re different. You’ve been so different from the moment I met you. I can’t stand dishonesty.” He ran a hand down his face as a low moan escaped. “I guess I understand why you did it.” Then his sweet, delicious grin reappeared. “I don’t want an ass-whooping from you. I forgive you. Let's move on.”
“Moving on sounds nice,” she said softly.
It sounded so nice. It felt surreal. Like her dreams—and she had quite a few of them over the past week—were coming true. Was she in a dream right now?
“You don’t look so sure. If you want me to leave…” Although he said the words, he made no move to step away.
Apparently, with him, she couldn’t hide her emotions. Because when she was working, she never displayed what she was thinking.
Her hand clamped around his wrist tightened, then softened. She needed to keep her cool and go with the flow. Not let her emotions get the best of her. Keeping her cool was always something she struggled with. At work. With relationships. In life.
“I’ve had these…thoughts in my head since I met you. I don’t want you to leave.”
