“Bother me? That’s the entire point of my job. My job only exists so you can bother me, Chris.”
She was getting irritated. He could scent it. In all of the time that Christopher had known Allison, he’d never seen her get mad. Well, she was getting mad now. Why now? Why this time?
“Your job doesn’t exist so I can bother you,” he said carefully.
“Yes, it does. I’m your assistant. I’m your tech. I’m your girl.” Allison purred the word, and she seemed to realize what she’d said, because she clamped her mouth shut.
His girl?
Yeah, he could go for that. Hell, yes, he would go for that. If Christopher could have Allison be his girl, he’d be the happiest damn dragon on the entire island because she was incredible.
“You have a life outside of the office.”
“My life is here with you.”
“You make it sound like we’re dating,” Christopher pointed out.
He shouldn’t have.
He should have let the comment go, but he couldn’t. Oh, he couldn’t. Maybe it was because he wanted her to sound romantic. He wanted her to sound sweet and sassy and smart. Oh, he wanted that tongue to just keep on wagging. He wanted to know everything she was thinking. All of it. Every damn word.
“I am not making it sound like we’re dating,” she snapped.
“No?” Christopher stood up and walked around the desk. Then he reached for her hand and tugged her to her feet. Allison moved easily, quickly, and soon she was standing right in front of him. They were so close that if he breathed too heavily, their chests would touch. He’d have to feel her soft, full breasts pressed up against him.
Then what would he do?
“No,” she whispered.
“Allison, I didn’t call you because you deserve to have a life that doesn’t revolve around work.”
“But I’m supposed to help you,” she whispered, looking up at him. She blinked, and her eyes filled with tears. Christopher felt suddenly like a complete piece of shit.
He knew what he’d done was wrong. He should have called her. He should have asked her for help. He should have done a lot of things that he just didn’t do. He had no excuse. Not really.
He just hadn’t wanted to be a bother.
“You help me every day, kitten,” he whispered. Allison stilled. He’d never called her that. He’d never called anyone that. Not out loud. She lifted her face to his, and he could see that a single tear had fallen.
“I could help you more,” she whispered, “if you’d let me.”
Christopher didn’t know what came over him. In that moment, he would have done anything to keep her happy. He didn’t want her to cry anymore. He wanted her to feel nothing but joy.
He wanted her to know that he cared.
He adored her.
He did need her.
Christopher brought his lips crashing down onto hers before he could talk himself out of it, and he kissed her. Allison was soft and delicious and precious, and she seemed to melt right into him. She groaned just the slightest bit, and instantly, he was hard.
Heat coursed through his veins, warning him that this was probably not the best decision he’d ever made. He didn’t care. His heart knew that this absolutely, totally, completely was the very best decision that he’d ever made.
It was probably the best decision he would ever make.
He moved his hands to her waist and tugged, bringing her closer to him. Allison wrapped her arms around Christopher’s neck and kissed him back. So, she liked him, too, did she? Well, that was quite wonderful. His inner-dragon felt a sense of pride at the realization. Christopher had been enamored with Allison for a very long time, but he’d always resisted
acting on it until now.