“And now?”
“You drive me crazy. And I don’t care.” One side of Sebastian’s mouth kicked up. “I’m not ready to lose you.”
The predatory glint in his gray eyes warned her some shift in their dynamic had happened.
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”
“Then let me be clear.” A soft light entered his eyes. “One night was not enough. A week is not enough. I want more.”
Her heart stopped beating. She’d had no expectations when she’d wagered one night with Sebastian. But a connection had been made. Hearing him reveal that he, too, felt it made her heart sing.
“More?” A second week? A month? “How much more?”
“Do we have to define it?”
Anxious buzzing began in the back of her mind. “I’d like some idea what you have in mind.”
“Let’s start slow and see where it goes.”
Start slow and soon she’d be making plans. She wouldn’t mean to. It was just something that happened in her psyche. She’d been saving for two years to buy a wedding dress. She wanted to get married. And deep down, where she knew better than to look, she suspected she wanted to marry Sebastian.
Missy shook her head. This thing between them was about passion. Like her high school boyfriend, Sebastian had just seen something he wanted and taken it when the opportunity arose. And as with her high school boyfriend, eventually their differences would drive them apart.
“Where do you want it to go?” Despite every sensible thought in her head, hope made her heart dance. She squashed the emotion. Sebastian didn’t want to date her. This went against everything she’d been telling herself to expect from him.
“I have no expectations,” he said. “No need to control the outcome. Let’s see where it takes us.”
“And my job as your assistant?”
“Can I convince you to stay on?”
“No.”
He nodded as if
he’d expected that answer. “You’ve been a part of my life for years. I’m not ready to let you go quite yet.”
Sebastian’s desire for her might be real, but she knew it wasn’t something that would last once they returned home. Unfortunately, she was already half in love with him. Any more time in his arms was going to make it impossible to walk away.
“And when you’re done with me? What then?”
“Aren’t you being a bit dramatic?” His lips tightened. “I should probably warn you that Chandra overplayed her hand all too often. I don’t like it.”
He rarely talked about his ex-wife, but from his mother, Missy knew Chandra had been a handful. “I’m not being dramatic—just trying to figure out what’s in it for me.”
“After tonight, I would think that would be obvious.”
If he’d offered her something besides fabulous sex, she’d have melted like butter on a hot skillet. Annoyed by his unromantic pitch, she scowled. “I suppose you think that’s the sort of offer I’d jump at.”
“What do you want?”
His question startled her. Sebastian had fulfilled all her fantasies and introduced a few new ones.
“I don’t want anything.”
“That’s not true. Everyone wants something.”
“Not me.” Nothing she was willing to admit to him, anyway.