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You owe me, Mel.
How could you just walk away back then?
What right do you have to come back and disrupt everything?
Do you know how hard I’ve worked?
Do you hate what I’ve become?
But it’s that first one that sticks—You owe me.
Iwillhave Mel Atkinson at my side, as my fiancé, no matter what it takes.
A slow smile spreads across my face. Because I know exactly what it will take. Or at least, a ballpark idea. Everyone has a number.
Even Melanie Atkinson.
Chapter3
Melanie
Two glasses of wine and I still can’t wrap my head around the interaction with Jenson earlier today. It’s dark outside, clouds hanging in the navy sky and streetlights creating puddles of light down the quiet street. My apartment is just on the outskirts of Boston, the cheapest I could find that didn’t look like it had roaches or mice.
With a sigh, I sink deeper into the tub. It should be a bonus that a one-bedroom, cramped apartment has a tub, but there’s no shower. I promised myself that I’d save every penny I could, so I’ll live with a less-than-desirable apartment for now.
But tonight I need to relax.
The memory of Jenson’s eyes, the way they’d flashed dangerously, sends a shiver through my already tight muscles. He’s clearly a man used to getting what he wants.
With that ludicrous offer he threw at me—offeris a nice way of saying it—I can’t believe I’m focusing on his dominant display that had my knees weak and my sex growing damp. That almost had me…agreeing.
No. It’s ridiculous; you can’t pretend to be his fiancé.
The voice of reason in my head breaks through the last sip of wine and I sink lower in the water. At least it’s Friday, and I don’t have to be back in the office, or worry about work, until Monday.
Although that means I have the whole weekend to thinkway too muchabout how close we’d once been. How riled up he got me with that attitude of his, the curl of his lip as he leaned in, boxed me against him with his hand on my lower back…
A thrum of desire shoots down to my core and I pull my thighs together, clenching them. “Ugh. No.”
Icannotbe attracted to Jenson Sharpe. Not now, not when he’s my boss.
Not ever. Not after how you left things.
True.
A small part of me knows there’s a good chance he’ll treat me like shit because of the past. And I can’t blame him, but…that was more than a decade ago. I’d always assumed he’d gotten over me quickly and moved on.
He was so handsome back then, girls probably flocked to him as soon as I was out of the picture.
But now…now, he’s so much more.
My mind replays the image of drops of water sliding slowly down his torso, clinging to each dip and curve of muscle. The way I imagined myself licking that water from his body.
The glow of my phone lights up the dim room and I sit up sharply, as if I’ve been caught doing something wrong.
Jodie.
That’s my first thought. I moved to the city a week ago and she’s been checking in every day. She’ll definitely want to know how my first day went.
