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“I’ve been thinking about this a lot,” he said, before lowering his face to mine and capturing my lips.
Butterflies exploded in my stomach as his soft lips moved over mine. The kiss was sweet and passionate all at the same time. He tangled his fingers in my hair with one hand and the other cupped my cheek, ensuring my mouth stayed glued to his.
While I may have kissed him back hesitantly at first, it quickly turned to hunger as I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. When he opened his mouth, my tongue slipped in. The light on the crosswalk must have turned two or three times as we stood there, exploring each other.
When we finally came up for air, he stole one more kiss on my lips before pressing his forehead into mine and smiling.
“That was even better than I imagined it.”
I laughed breathlessly. “Same.”
He arched an eyebrow. “So you’ve been imagining it too?
I playfully smacked his shoulder. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
He leaned in and stole another kiss.
“I kind of want to get you off this public street and alone.”
The heat in my stomach fired up at his suggestion.
“What are you waiting for?”
I paced the carpeted room,waiting for Nathan to hand me a drink. I had seemed so cool and collected moments earlier when he kissed me silly on the sidewalk. But now that we were upstairs in his hotel room—his insanely nice hotel room—panic replaced all my nerve.
Sure, my body wanted him just about as badly as it had ever wanted anyone, but intrusive thoughts flooded my mind.
He’s still your boss.
You’re going to have to see him at work.
What even is this?
What if he has way more experience than you?
I mean obviously, he does, look at him? And you’ve had, what, one serious boyfriend and a handful of bad online dates?
I forced my thoughts to stop spiraling.
“You okay?” Nathan asked, eyebrows raised as he handed me a small glass of whiskey.
“Great,” I said and forced a smile.
He assessed my flushed face. “You sure? Because you seem a little nervous.”
“I’m not nervous.” I squeaked.
He frowned and shook his head. “Yes, you are.”
“I guess it’s been a while for me,” I admitted.
“Charlie, we don’t have to do anything. We can just talk, or you can leave right now,” he said, sitting next to me on the plush bench where I had plopped down.
I took a big gulp of the whiskey, essentially downing it in one go.
“No, let’s talk.”
He smiled, and the gesture alone brought back a sliver of my confidence.
