“That’s right.” I nod.
His gaze slides over the light blue pencil skirt I’m wearing. “Is there a chance you’ll come home tonight with another work of art on your ass?”
I look past him to see Jurgen on the approach behind the wheel of the SUV. “There’s a very good chance that will happen.”
His gaze never leaves my face. “Looks like I’ll be camping out in the lobby tonight, considering I’m an art connoisseur.”
I laugh. “I know you spy on me through the peephole in your door, so you can skip the lobby.”
“You only know that because you do the same thing,” he counters.
I take a step forward. “Our ride is here.”
His hand reaches out to grab my elbow to stop me in place. “I want to clear something up, Champ. The other day…that woman you saw at my door, nothing happened there. She lost an earring at the party. I found it and sent her on her way.”
I appreciate the explanation, but he doesn’t owe me that. He doesn’t owe me anything. We haven’t even gone on our first date yet, so discussing other people we may or may not be interested in is premature.
I can’t allow myself to fall too deep, too fast. I have to keep my wits about me if I want to balance my job and whatever is happening between us.
“I’m sure she appreciated your help, Sean.”
He offers me a grin in response.
I don’t wait for him to add anything to that. I climb into the car once Jurgen opens the back passenger door. By the time Sean is next to me, his phone is at his ear as he answers an incoming call fromwhat sounds like one of the company’s distribution managers.
As the driver steers the car back into traffic, I keep my gaze trained on the street.
Whenever I’m within a few feet of my boss, the intensity in the air between us is impossible to ignore.
If it feels like this after just one kiss, what in the hell will it be like after we’ve spent a night together?
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sean
I readthe list of marketing ideas for the winter campaign that Delora shoved in my hand two minutes ago. I spot one idea with limited promise but beyond that bland is the standard she seems to be shooting for.
“Very funny.” I toss the piece of paper with notes for the lackluster ideas on my desk. “Give me the real list now.”
To accentuate that point, I hold out my empty palm.
Delora’s gaze drops to the paper on my desk. “That was it.”
My jaw twitches at that admission. “This isn’t funny, Delora.”
Her hands drop to her hips. “It’s not supposed to be, Sean. I think every single idea on that list is a winner.”
I push back from my desk to stand so we’re almost eye-to-eye since she refused to take a seat when she arrived at my office door.
That makes sense now. She likely wanted to leave the option open to make a quick getaway after she presented that bullshit to me.
“If that’s a true statement, you’re fired.”
Her eyes go as wide as saucers. “Very funny.”
I’d give her credit for using my words against me, but I’m not in a jovial mood at the moment. Declan already dropped one problem in my lap when he shot out of the door to head to a meeting uptown.
I put that fire out, but I’m still tempted to overhaul our inventory control department.