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“Because she’s your boss, so this is an extremely complicated situation you’ve found yourself in. Hey!” he said suddenly, perking up. “If you want to take that whole boss-employee thing out of the equation, you could come work for me!”
“In what capacity? A bar back?”
“No, dipshit,” he said with a glare. “As my financial advisor. Now that I’m expanding my empire, I could really use someone like you to make sure I don’t blow my entire fortune on money pits.”
I snorted. “You’re doing pretty good for yourself without my help.”
“Maybe so, but wouldn’t it be fun to work together?”
“Why would that befun?”
“Because I’m your only friend and you love me,” he said, shooting me a wide, cheesy smile.
I punched him, softly and in his good shoulder this time, but I grudgingly admitted he wasn’t wrong; hewasmy only friend.
I ran a hand through my hair, a habit I surely picked up from the man across from me, my thoughts a swirling vortex in my head.
“What do you want?” Owen asked quietly. “Like in a perfect world, if she weren’t your boss and you didn’t have this tenuous relationship?”
And that was the kicker, wasn’t it? Because I wasn’t sure I could voice what I wanted. Not to him, not to anyone. I wasn’t sure I could even darehopefor what I wanted.
But man, in a perfect world? It wasn’t hard to imagine a life with Amara at my side.
I wasn’t sure whatto expect from Cal when I walked into the office on Monday morning. I’d spent all weekend considering the possibilities, analyzing every single angle, and picking apart our entire interaction from the moment he put his hand on me in the winery kitchen up until that kiss on the forehead as we left.
I wanted him badly. And I knew he wanted me. The question was whether or not indulging in that desire again was a good idea.
As I approached Cal’s office, Jeff gave me a small wave from his desk outside.
“Good morning, Ms. Delatou.”
I smiled back. “Good morning, Jeff.”
I was nearly past when Cal’s voice reached me.
“Ms. Delatou, a word please.”
I came to an abrupt halt and spun on my heel, shooting Jeff a look. “Any ideas?”
Jeff merely shook his head, so I stepped into Cal’s office, which may as well have been a lion’s den for how safe I felt being in his space. This could go one of two ways, and I mentally braced myself for a rejection.
The second I crossed the threshold, he tugged me deeper into the room, slammed the door shut, and pressed my back against it.
A moment later, his mouth was on mine.
Okay, not a rejection then.
“Fuck,” he groaned against my lips. “I’ve been dying to do that again all weekend.”
Momentarily stunned, I could think of nothing to say in response, could do nothing but grab fistfuls of his shirt and pull his body closer, moaning into his mouth when he slipped his knee between my legs. A few moments in this man’s presence, with his tongue in my mouth, and I was already drenched, dangerously close to making a mess of his slacks if he kept his thigh pressed against my clit like that.
“We can’t,” I said, pushing him away. I raised a hand to my heart, attempting to marshal my breathing while he frowned down at me.
“Why the hell not?”
“Because the office isn’t even close to empty,” I said. “And, in case you’ve forgotten, neither of us are very quiet.”
Cal smirked, then dropped his head and nipped at my ear, his breath against my neck as he spoke his next words making me shiver. “The memory of your moans got me through a really long, hard weekend, Princess.”
