My back arches off the mattress as we kiss. I want to feel him pressed tightly against me. I crave his touch.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him down to me as I moan.
His weight crushes me in the best possible way, making me feel safe.
Moreno grunts and then pulls back, his hands releasing his hold on me as he lets go and climbs off the bed.
I don’t know what happened. Did I do something wrong? “Moreno?”
“Don’t,” he snaps. “You can’t use sex to fix what you did.” He adjusts his pants and dusts off his shirt like that will erase the last few minutes and the feelings along with it.
“I’m not using—”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Moreno says. “You stole Serene’s ring.” He huffs on his way back through the adjoining door and out of Nova’s bedroom.
“Fuck,” I groan under my breath and grab the pillow beside me, covering my face with it as I scream with frustration.
* * *
Moreno has a way of avoiding me.
After what happened in my bedroom over a week ago, I haven’t seen him for more than a brief minute or two.
He’s doing everything he can to stay away from me.
And usually, that would be okay. It’s not like I’ve ever wanted to hang around my boss before. But Moreno isn’t just any boss.
Being in his presence brings butterflies to my stomach. However, I’m not sure if that’s fear-driven or desire.
It could be both.
No doubt he’s a powerful man, and that level of confidence and control that he yields I find exhilarating. He’s unlike anyone I’ve ever known.
Will I ever get to know any more about him?
Nikki might spill a few details if I can corner her, but I want to hear it from him.
I want to talk to him. I feel like I need to explain about Serene’s ring, except I can’t without betraying Nova.
Hasn’t the girl been through enough already?
The door to Nova’s bedroom squeaks open, and I know that Moreno checks on his daughter every night, but he doesn’t come to my room any longer.
It’s probably for the best.
At least that’s what I tell myself. But I’m not happy about his decision. I want to get to know him.
For some crazy reason, I like being around him. I’m honestly not sure why. What we have is far from love. It’s attraction. Desire. Lust. Maybe chemistry. I’m not convinced its anything more than physical.
And while I wouldn’t normally throw myself in a relationship with a man I’m working for and living with, I can’t stop myself either.
Seeking him out is like a thrill ride at the amusement park.
I crave a glance from him, a long hard stare.
It would also be nice if he didn’t hate me in the process.
It’s late, and Nova is sound asleep.