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“Not as gorgeous as you.” He reached out to caress my cheek.
My eyes fluttered closed for a moment. When they opened, I met his steely gaze. “You’re a smooth one, huh?” I loved teasing him.
His lips twitched as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to mine. Fire raced through my veins. He pulled back just as quickly.
“Ye should grab your pad and the folders on your desk. The sooner this meeting is over, the sooner we can get back to other things.”
Other things? Good Lord. I guess it’s only fair that he gives back what he gets.
“Sure.” I heard footsteps just outside of my office, so I took a small step back. “Yes, sir. Right away, sir.” When the coast was clear, I batted my lashes at him.
His eyes blazed with fire, and I grinned to myself. Two could play this game, buddy. Though I knew darn good and well that he could, and would, play this a lot better than I could. I’d have to learn fast. I mean, I couldn’t let him have all the fun. I needed to be able to know I’d given just as good as I had gotten.
So, game on, Mr. Ferguson, game on.
Leaving work, I took in the sort-of-fresh air around us. It was a little dank, a little gross, and yeah, city life meant tainted air.
A warm hand took mine and gave it a squeeze. Inside the office we were completely professional—no touching, no kissing, unless that time in the copy room counted. Maybe it did, but then, I didn’t think it did. No one was on the floor other than us.
Outside of the office, we were like any other couple that was dating—testing the waters. We were still learning more about each other, three months in.
“I hope yer hungry?”
Was he serious? When was I not hungry? Grinning, I looked up at the restaurant before us and shrugged a shoulder. “I could eat.”
He chuckled. “Very well then, let us go in and feast.”
This place was nice. Opulent. Quaint. Perfect. So many words could describe this experience and yet, he took my full attention. His suit jacket and slacks… Nope. Stay focused, Ella. Goodness.
I could hear my mom in my head: “Don’t you rush into anything with that boy.”
Okay, so it was more like remembering a conversation from the other evening. There had been lots for her to say that night. All of her mom-isms and advice dumped on me all at once. It was quite unpleasant at times. Especially when she decided to have the birds and the bees talk.
“He’s rich; he’ll expect more than you can give him.”
“Don’t let him take advantage of you.”
“Does he actually have feelings for you?
“When a man and woman have feelings, things between them can go from normal to bed in the matter of minutes.”
I’d had to stop that “fun” talk because…
1) I was twenty-eight,
2) I’d been married, I knew all about how feelings and desires worked,
3) Just eww, I didn’t want to have this talk. It was weird.
I get her being worried, I was her baby girl after all, but I was my own person. I could make my own decisions and choices. I would be the one dealing with the consequences as well.
The meal had been just as I suspected—perfect. Five-star quality and service. I had a simple meal of steak, roasted potatoes with a creamy spinach sauce over them, and carrot cake for dessert. The best part of the whole meal was watching Malcolm.
The man was simply irresistible. In all ways.
“Ella, could you grab the files for my next meeting, please?”
“Absolutely.”
