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“Reagan!” I shouted over the torrential rain. And Reagan, who was indeed wet, peered down at the person behind the wheel.
“Matthew?”
“Get in!”
“No,” she yelled back, squinting rainwater from her eyes. I could see her cleavage barely restrained by her top, especially now that she was dripping wet. “It’s fine. I’ll wait for the bus.”
“Don’t be an idiot,” I called. “You’re freezing. Get in, and I can take you home.”
“I’m really all right—”
“Don’t make me say it again.”
“I’m all wet.”
“Nothing I haven’t already seen,” I jested, but I knew that she meant something else. “It’s fine.”
She stepped closer into my car, and I reached for her door, unlocking it for her. She was drenched, her hair was darker, and was sticking to the side of her face. I saw that her teeth were chattering when she got settled in her seat. When the doors were closed, I rolled up the window as she buckled herself.
“I’m going to ruin your car,” she pointed out. I turned on the car heater and turned the vent in her direction. I removed my blazer and tossed it to her.
“Put this on.” And she did so without complaints. She sagged against the seat as it slowly warmed her up. “Why are you wearing something like that with this rain?” Not to be the person who liked to tell people what to wear, but I had to ask her.
“It was hot earlier,” she pointed. “I didn’t think it was going to rain this hard.”
“Always carry a jacket, Reagan,” I said as I turned the wheel. But she wasn’t listening to me. Instead, she was looking at her shoes, which were making a loud squishy sound. They were white and expensive, and the logo on the side told me it was Givenchy. She really did have style.
“Great,” she exclaimed. “Now my shoes are ruined.”
“Nothing you couldn’t tell your daddy to buy for you,” I said. “So where are we off to?” She told me her address, and we drove in silence.
I couldn’t ignore the fact that my car now smelled like her, and the aroma of her dahlia perfume would probably linger inside for a week. And I knew that by then, I would probably lose my shit trying to tell myself that Reagan was off limits.
But then we got to her place, and the rain only got stronger, the streets harder to see. I halted the car in front of her building, and it wasn’t the type of place I was expecting.
She lived in the busiest part of the city, which I knew was a nightmare to commute from in the morning—no wonder she was late sometimes. I reminded myself to give her some slack next time.
“Are you going to drive home in this rain?” she asked, unbuckling her seatbelt. “It’s zero visibility.”
“I could just wait here until it stops. Or until it’s safe enough to drive.”
“You could come up to my place. Get warm. I could make you coffee if you want.”
That to me, sounded amazing. But the way my dick snapped to attention told me that it was a risk.
“Thank you, Reagan, but—”
“Don’t say no,” she said, looking at me with her doe-like eyes. “It’s the least I could do for you after you drove me home.”
“I’m fine right here.”
“Fine, then I’m not leaving,” she challenged, and I frowned at her as she buckled her seatbelt again. “I’ll wait with you here.”
“You’re going to catch a cold. Don’t be stubborn.”
“I’ll go if you go.”
This woman really knew how to be irresistible and persuasive. I didn’t want to be the reason she got a cold. I couldn’t lose my favorite employee even for a week.
