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He gestures to the left, guiding me to the reception desk and reaching over to grasp a clipboard. One that I know my name is definitely not on.
Sweat begins to break out across my forehead. Should I text Jenson? Would he even bother answering or just tell me to leave?
“He’s on the fifteenth floor, so I’ll just—”
When I make to walk away, the guard catches my wrist, making me stumble. It’s not intentional, but a flurry of fear rockets through my chest.
“Melanie?”
That voice is somehow both music to my ears and dread inspiring. Turning toward the open elevator, I watch as Jenson steps out.
He’s effortlessly handsome. As always. Wearing a set of wire-rimmed glasses, just like the ones he wore when we were kids. How does he look evenbetterin glasses?
Our eyes meet and the flutter in my chest tells me that I’m doing the right thing. Even if it’s terrifying.
“Please let my fiancé go,” he says coolly once he approaches.
A smile curls my lips at his words. There’s still hope!
The guard pulls his hand back as if burned, and Jenson pulls me into the shelter of his tall body instead, heading back to the elevator.
Once we’re alone, I start sweating again.But he didn’t kick you out.
“What are you doing here?”
He looks genuinely surprised, eyes searching my face and his hand cupping my elbow. I stare up at him with that hopeful smile.
“You called me your fiancé.”
Jenson shrugs, but it’s obvious to me just how hard he’s working to look nonchalant. The man I know is probably nervous, too, and that makes me feel better.
“Habit.”
My smile only widens as the elevator finally reaches the top floor. More sure of myself now, I step out and wait in the foyer in front of his penthouse door. Jenson digs his keys out of his pocket, eyes on me the whole time.
“Were you going out?”
“No.”
I laugh, because of course, he was going out, and Jenson grins. He pushes the door open and we walk in. This time, I’m barely paying attention to our surroundings. I’m just happy to be alone, anywhere, with him.
Turning, I take a chance and press up onto the balls of my feet and loop my arms around his neck. Our mouths meet in a hungry kiss. Jenson’s hands go to my hips, tugging my body closer.
He devours me.
I let him, finally giving myself over entirely to how bad I want this. Not just the phenomenal sex, butall of this.All of him. I want Jenson Sharpe just as much, if not more, than I’ve ever wanted him, and I’m ready to tell him that.
So I pull away and catch my breath. My heart is pounding against my chest, so hard I’m sure he can feel it. He presses a hand there and stares down at me, concern in his brows.
“Wait. Before—Jenson, I want you. I don’t want to fake this anymore.”
I don’t say what “this” is, but before I can keep rambling, Jenson interrupts with a shake of his head.
“You deserve better than the way I’ve been treating you. I shouldn’t have tried to use you for my own gain and—”
I cut him off with another quick kiss, a nip on his bottom lip. He brings his fingers to the spot, surprised and silent.
“If you think I deserve better, then be better.”
