“Any other weapons I should know about?”
I roll my eyes as I pretend to grab an invisible gun out from under my desk. I’m sure to make a show of removing the fake magazine and placing it on the desk.
If I squint, I could classify the small smirk on Rowan’s face as a smile. He lets out an exaggerated breath and steps inside the cubicle.
Wow. Was that his attempt at a joke?
I reward him with a grin that goes unreturned. The space instantly feels smaller, with his size taking up a quarter of the square footage.
I break the silence. “Can I help you with something in particular?”
He opens his mouth, only to close it a second later.
Does he even know why he’s here?The thought makes my chest all tingly.
Bad Zahra.“What do you think of my new digs?”
“Leaves something to be desired.” His eyes slide from my face to the gray cubicle walls.
I blink at him.Would it kill him to be nice?
Probably. I focus my attention back on my desk. I’m committed to ignoring him until he goes away because I don’t want him to rain on my parade.
I press every single button twice on the computer but the damn thing won’t turn on no matter what I do.
“Move over.” He walks up to my desk, bringing his addictive cologne with him.
“Why?” I rasp.
“For some unknown reason, I feel like helping you.”
“Because?” I keep my smile hidden behind a curtain of my hair.
“Because you shouldn’t be trusted around electrical outlets.”
I laugh and scoot my chair out to give him some room.
He kneels down on his perfectly pressed trousers. I shouldn’t find it as hot as I do, but the cubicle heats up as he looks up at me from his spot on the floor. His gaze darkens as his eyes scan my crossed legs. My heart thuds in my chest at the pace of a jackhammer, and I’m surprised he can’t hear the erratic beats himself.
Whatever passes between us disappears as he crawls underneath the desk, giving me the perfect view of him on all fours.
Now who’s the one staring?
I ignore the voice in my head and choose to enjoy the show. Rowan’s body is nothing like my ex’s. Every inch of his lean body is packed with muscle like he runs for fun. His muscular calves stick out from beneath the desk, and his firm ass moves as he readjusts the cables down there. It takes every ounce of self-control in my body not to reach out and touch him. I take a moment to guess his shoe size. The only conclusion I come to is that I’m hopelessly immature and desperately horny.
Of course I’m attracted to my arrogant boss who lacks any sort of people skills.This has to be some cruel joke on me after everything I’ve been through. Maybe there is some kind of chemical imbalance in my body or gravitational pull toward assholes like Rowan.
What if jerks are my kink?
Well, at least it explains your unhealthy obsession with Mr. Darcy.
I barely get my breathing under control before he rises back on his feet.
Something about the way he looks at me has my blood reaching a new temperature. Goosebumps scatter across my skin despite the raging inferno spreading through my chest. It comforts me to know my body is just as contradictory as my brain.
Why him? Why me?My smile disappears. His hand flexes by his side before he pockets it.
Jane Austen, are you my guardian angel now?I look up at the high ceiling for answers but come up empty.