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He remained silent, which she took as a confirmation. This only upset her further and by the time she left the restaurant at the end of her shift she was worked up enough that she was ready to ask Harrison about it. She’d made it a point not to bring it up with Kelly but Mac hadn’t made things any better wither. In her state of upset, she called Harrison up and invited him to a quick lunch. He told her he’d already eaten but was doing a store run for a project he was working on; it was the perfect excuse to meet up with him and bring up Michael in a more organic way.
They met at the store and she walked around to help him find everything he needed, ticking off each item on the check list after carefully comparing prices and quality. Even though the list made no sense to her she did not ask what kind of project he was working on. What she did do was ask if he’d been given an expense account or was to be reimbursed.
“Expense,” he replied easily. “It’s a smooth ride, I’ll admit.”
“It’s the work version of Michael’s car then,” Jenna joked.
Harrison laughed before asking, “He gave you a ride back last week, right?”
Jenna nodded as she reached out to grab a small storage box with print on it. She pretended to be quite interested in it as she asked, “How’s he been? Haven’t talked to him since.”
“You’re not the only one,” Harrison responded.
Jenna furrowed her brows and clutched the box. She was caught in a limbo between feeling relieved it was not her being ignored and being concerned. Had he really disappeared for a week? If Harrison worked with Michael it made no sense for them not to have spoken. Harrison must have noticed her change in facial expression, and energy, because he sighed and tapped one of the boxes on the shelves with his index finger.
“He hasn’t even come into the office,” he informed her.
Jenna was unsure if he’d picked up on anything between her and Michael and he was trying to ease her worries. Either way, there was a spike of panic in her chest. What she could not help but wonder was why Harrison did not seem at all concerned about the fact his friend and co-worker had gone missing for pretty much an entire week. At least, it had been an entire week for her. She did not want to ask if he’d spoken to or seen Michael over the weekend after the gathering. Her desire to know how Harrison knew about the ride home had dissipated.
“I hope he’s okay,” was all she mustered after the long pause. She set the box back on the shelf and turned to look Harrison. When her gaze met his she knew in an instant that he was no fool; he was quite aware something was going on between her and Michael. That was also the moment she realized he was holding back from saying something. It was like he knew a big secret and that was why he was not worried; but why wouldn’t he fill her in?
Then Harrison’s phone rang. He scurried to answer it and when she heard him greet Tara, Jenna knew the moment to convince him to spill was gone. Heaving a sigh, she mouthed that she had to go and walked hurriedly to her car, speeding out of the parking lot and driving home. She threw her keys on the kitchen counter and flopped down on the couch feeling more frustrated than ever. Sure, Michael was not specifically ignoring her but Harrison knew what was going on yet refused to tell her. Was Michael hiding some sort of big secret? Jenna groaned in frustration and balled up her fists.
“I knew he was a mistake,” she muttered angrily.
Then there was a knock at her door that made her jump off the couch.
She turned to look at the door, struggling to catch her breath; her heart was beating quickly and there was a surge of adrenaline running through her veins. She took a step forward but then gasped sharply when there was another knock. It had just taken her by such surprise that she momentarily felt like someone stuck in a thriller movie. Once she’d come to her senses and settled down somewhat, she walked over and pressed her eye to the peephole.
“Michael,” she breathed against the wood of the door, hand settling on the doorknob. She yanked the door open and looked at him, puzzled.
“Jenna,” he greeted. Something was different. Something was off.
“Come in,” she told him in spite of herself.
He stepped inside and as soon as she’d turned to face him after closing the door she noticed, poking out from under the sleeve of his shirt was a long, thin scar. It looked like he’d been cut a few days ago and then it clicked– one week ago. “Michael, what–”
Michael shook his head vigorously, pressing his index finger to her lips. She pressed her hand to his finger and stared into his eyes for a moment before moving his hand away. Without thinking, she started to unbutton his shirt. He did not stop her, not even when she pushed it off his shoulders. The shirt fell to the ground, leaving his upper body completely exposed. Jenna could not help but marvel at the sight; his golden skin glistened under the light of the living room, the taut muscles of his abdomen subtly lined, his muscular arms strong and inviting. Jenna let out a long, low breath. Her eyes roamed over every inch until finally settling on the scar, which ran from the top of his shoulder until about an inch above his elbow.
“What happened,” she muttered, tips of her fingers running along the scar.
Michael flinched. She stopped and drew her hand back but he made a grab for it. It did not seem like he was in pain but he did look uncomfortable and tense. He clutched her hand tightly and took a step forward, eyes looking into hers intensely. Against every thought she’d previously had and any will she’d forced earlier on, she felt insanely attracted to him like she had never felt with any other man.
Then he kissed her. Before she knew what was happening, his strong arms were around her, bodies pressed together, lips moving with each other like it was something they’d done a million times over. He pressed his hand on the small of her back and deepened the kiss, tongue running playfully along hers. It was passionate but fun in a very unexpected way but, like before, there was some sort of wildness to Michael.
“I came to make sure you knew I am interested in you,” he whispered against her lips.
Jenna felt her knees weaken so she held tight onto his broad shoulders.
“I’m supposed to just believe you,” she told him flatly.
“I’ll prove it to you,” he responded.
“And just how will you do that?”
He kissed her deeply. It was a fiery kiss that almost made her miss the moment his hands slipped under the hem of her shirt to push it up off her body. He broke the kiss just enough time to pull her shirt off but his lips were attached to hers again a second later, his hands working the clasp of her bra. He expertly removed it, letting her very large breasts be free. He pulled her in until her breasts smashed into his chest and she shivered in excitement. Everything was moving so fast but in the best possible way. As he continued to kiss her she felt like his wildness was entering her, covering every inch of her skin and running through her body.
He walked her back until her knees buckled and she was sitting on the couch. She looked up at him, towering over her and enjoying the sight of her bared breasts. He let out a low growl and dropped one knee on the couch, leaning in and expertly taking one of her nipples in his mouth. Jenna mewled, enjoying the way his tongue slowly worked around her nipple. It was like he was barely touching her but it was not teasing. He nibbled it once, very gently, before sitting down and pulling her onto his lap. He must have seen the alarm in her eyes, being she was not exactly used to sitting on men’s laps this way, but he eased her down by gripping her waist tightly and running a thumb over her soft belly.
