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“Sir, here is the clients’ list. You will have to go through it before I can begin to send out the emails,” she says, handing him a few pages of paper.
“Thank you, Pamela,” Jayden says, placing the paper on his desk without looking at it.
Pamela walks away, but not without looking at me once again.
“That was close,” I say, breaking the silence that started as soon as Pamela left.
Jayden scoffs, “I assure you, there’s nothing to worry about.”
We leave for lunch together and I worry that everyone knows what we have done as if I carry the guilt on my face.
Nobody seems to notice or glance in my direction twice except Pamela.
For the first time, Jayden lets me walk in front of him, and he holds the door open for me. The butterflies in my stomach start again, and this time it’s over the roof.
I don’t know which I like better, bossy Jayden or sweet Jayden. But I do know I definitely don’t like having to be overworked with so many tasks.
Back in the car as we drive to lunch, I keep stealing glances at him, wondering how we can be two different people from completely different worlds and yet when we are bare before each other, it’s the most electrifying moment I have ever had.
“If you keep staring at me like that, we will end up not getting lunch,” he says, eyes still on the road.
I feel like a teenager with a crush for the first time, but I know this isn't that.
It’s more about our sexual desires.
“I better stop looking then, because I’m starving,” I respond but keep looking.
His lips curve into a gentle, content grin. With both hands on the wheel, he seems completely at ease.
His laughter lines, etched at the corners of his eyes, deepen as he continues to grin.
I wish I could truly and completely have this moment for life, but with Jayden, nothing is certain. It worries me that I feel something for him, but I would rather not engage in how I really feel about him–for the sake of my sanity.
Chapter twelve
JAYDEN
My laptop screen illuminates my face as I devour articles like, “Unlock the Secrets to Her Heart” and “A Man’s Guide to Capturing Her Attention”.
With furrowed brows and a determined expression, I scroll through page after page, seeking insights and practical strategies on how to win Carissa over.
I can’t say that I’m in love with her, but I love having Carissa around me, whether she just sits and stares or she is letting me drill her. The latter makes more sense.
I have never wanted a woman more than once, but with Carissa, I can’t exactly pinpoint what it’s.
I get hard when she just talks or when I hear the sound of her voice from across the room. Her presence makes it worse.
I can’t seem to keep neither my hands nor my eyes off her.
In order to keep our brooding sexual tension, I need to figure out a consistent way to keep her interested at least until I no longer am.
For some reason, Carissa has her reservations, and she doesn’t hesitate to make them known, but I would really like it if our coitus became more frequent and if I could see her whenever I want.
Every blog post I have read offers a unique perspective, from tips on creating meaningful conversations to the importance of genuine compliments.
Until I come across one that justifies what I have already been using to play the long game with Carissa–gifts.
Women are not so complicated. It’s these overzealous relationship experts that give the impression that they are with all these words.
