“That you weren’t…comfortable there.”
Her heart skipped a beat. Did Seth actually just notice her? Really notice her? Not only did he, but he opted to leave a place he enjoyed, because she wasn’t enjoying it. Maybe she was the one being too harsh on him. Of course, how would she know him and his likes, when she was the one always running her lips. You can’t hear if you’re talking.
There was only one thing she could do. She reached over and touched his hand gently. “Thank you, Seth.”
“You’re welcome. But now I hope you don’t mind a brief change in plans.”
“I’m all yours for the afternoon.”
That comment might have been a bit too much because Seth removed his hand from hers and once again gripped the steering wheel. That’s okay. He was her boss and she did spend part of her day yesterday reviewing policy. Although they weren’t in the office, she didn’t want to be accused of sexual harassment.
Get over it Charlene. He held your hand first.
“So what is the new plan?” she asked, trying to get out of her own head.
“Let’s stop at the client’s first. Then we can make it an early dinner. If that is okay with you?”
“Sounds good, but Seth, I haven’t had anything to eat yet today. My cheery disposition might dwindle if I don’t eat something.” That was putting it lightly. She might become an outright bitch. She might not eat breakfast, but by lunch, she was famished.
“Guess you’re about to learn a secret about me,” Seth declared. “Open the glove box.”
That scared her a bit. There were a few items in her glove box which she never would want him to see. There even was a personal vibrator that looked like a lip stick. No way would Seth have her opening it if there was anything that interesting inside. Slowly she pressed the button and her eyes widened at the sight. “Well, well, Mr. Lawson. You have a…sweet tooth.” She reached in and pulled out several individually wrapped truffles. “But I do believe this will hold me over.”
She was about to close the glove box when Seth said, “Hey, not so fast. You’re forgetting mine.”
Charlene giggled. He was kind of cute when he was relaxed and playful. And knowing his dirty little secret made him kind of adorable. “Do you have a preference?” she asked.
“I’ll take a caramel. And a fudge. Oh, a mint too.” She pulled out the three and then he asked, “Is there a raspberry in there too?”
“Are you sure you don’t want me just to take them all out?” she teased.
“No. We might need more after the meeting,” he said seriously as she handed him the first truffle.
Charlene sat back in her seat and took a bite of the heavenly creation. A moan escaped her lips and she closed her eyes savoring each morsel. When that one was finished, she moved onto the next, and repeated, until all three were nothing but a sweet memory.
Moaning again and sinking even more into her seat she said softly, “That was…” Even with her eyes half closed she saw Seth shaking his head. “What?” she asked.
“No need to talk. Your moans say enough,” Seth teased.
Charlene blushed. She couldn’t recall the last time anyone made her blush. She adjusted herself in her seat, now sitting upright. “It wasn’t that bad.”
“I’m not sure I’ve enjoyed them quite so much before,” Seth grinned.
They finally arrived at his meeting and they pulled into the parking lot. Part of her hated this ride coming to an end. He seemed so different when in his car. It was weird, like they were two different people. Then again, it wasn’t the car, because she enjoyed her time last night at Dylan and Sofia’s too. It was only when it came to work that he became…an ass. Unfortunately, they were about to enter a client’s office building. The stern, unwavering businessman was about to return.
But they weren’t inside yet. “I was starving and they were…unbelievable. They melted in my mouth, so creamy, so sweet, and I…” she licked her lips slowly, knowing damn well what she was doing and added, “I can’t help…but want…more.”
Seth had been watching her closely, and she swore his eyes darkened. “I think we’ll pass on eating anymore in the car.”
“What a shame. I was really looking forward to the ride to the restaurant after the meeting.”
Seth leaned over, now only inches from her and in a husky voice he warned, “If you don’t stop talking about the chocolate, you’re not even coming inside.”
She grinned and said softly, “Not another word.”
“Good,” he said, and got out of the car. When he came around to her side, she knew by his expression, he was back to his old self.
It was nice while it lasted.