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I raise a brow and nod in agreement.
My heartbeat calms after being assured that I’m in the right.
“I know you’re wondering, but I really don’t know who this Emily is, and I definitely didn’t leave my office number to her,” he says voluntarily.
Why is he so sure that’s what I was wondering?
“Are you saying she’s a stalker?” I tease, poking for more details.
“I think so.” He shrugs and closes his laptop, pushing it aside so that the space between us is evident.
“I’ve stopped picking girls. I don't do that anymore. I’m honestly surprised,” he says defensively, even though I haven't asked any questions.
“Why are you telling me this?”
For someone who doesn't answer to anybody, I’m shocked that Jayden sees the need to clear the air.
“I just want you to know. I don't want you to make any assumptions.”
We can’t take our eyes off each other, even as we talk about something as sensitive as this.
His eyes search mine, and mine search his. As they move from one eye to the other, neither of us are willing to break contact.
“She did call you an asshole.” I smile, remembering how passionately she had said it.
“Do you think I am?” he asks, his tone flirtatious.
“Does it matter what I think?”
My heart sinks a bit, and I can feel the butterflies in the pit of my core as he leans forward to cover most of the distance between us.
His eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that is impossible to ignore. A playful smile tugs at the corners of his lips. His gaze seems to dance with a mischievous spark, conveying a magnetic attraction.
His expression is a blend of confidence and vulnerability.
“It does,” he answers.
His voice sounds like a whisper.
As he draws closer, my eyes begin to flutter and slowly lose their ability to stay open.
The anticipation of the impending kiss hangs in the air like an electric charge, and his flirty face is a tantalizing prelude to the moment our lips will finally meet.
“I can't believe you still look good with those eyes closed,” he says, his breath caressing my chin.
My eyes swing open, and I withdraw from him, throwing a quick glance at the door to be sure I had shut it when I came in.
“You know you didn't need to explain anything to me,” I say as I get up and prepare to leave. “You can do what you please. Whatever you think is right. I have work to do.” I shoot him a wide grin before walking out of the office.
Chapter eighteen
JAYDEN
Ienter the pub with a sense of anticipation, my footsteps echoing in the dimly lit entrance.
The pub’s wooden door creaks as I push it open, and I’m immediately greeted by the warm, comforting aroma of well-aged whiskey and the distant hum of animated conversations.
As I step inside, the dim, amber-hued lighting creates a cozy, inviting atmosphere.
