“Change of plans. We have work we need to do.”
I lick my bottom lip, having a hard time focusing on his words, as my eyes trail down his torso, raking him in.
“That was fast,” I say, lamely.
“I can be when I choose to be.”
There’s so much innuendo in those words that I’m having a hard time not blushing.
He looks ever so briefly at the flowers and then at me.
I’m fighting the urge to run to him and pull him in to my arms. This thing between us is turning into an inferno, and I don’t want to put it out.
I need more time with him.
He shrugs, tipping his chin up. “Nice flowers. Was there a signature?” He smirks and walks off, leaving me wanting.
Was there a signature?
I pick up the note and reread it.
I missed you, but I will see you soon.
No signature.
He’d told me he wouldn’t sign his name so people in the office wouldn’t know the last set of flowers were from him.
That smirk... Oh, my God. Every time he has that heated look.
It’s too much.
The flowers arenotfrom Asher. They’re from Charles.
I missed you.
He missed me, and that does crazy things to me. My stomach tingles, and my whole body feels light.
I don’t know what to do. Or how to respond. For a while, I just sit here, staring at the pink roses, smelling their sweetness.
I missed him, too, and it’s killing me that I can’t go to him and show him just how much.
I sigh, moving the flowers to the corner of my desk, and head toward Charles’s office. We might not be able to have a proper reunion, but I want him to know the gesture is appreciated and that I feel the same way.
I know we said we wouldn’t mess around at the office, but a kiss won’t hurt. Right?
It’s lunchtime, and Shelby is surely away from her desk.
It’s now or never.
Charles’s door is open when I arrive, and I walk right in, closing the door behind me, beckoning for him to come to me.
He grins, standing from his desk and making his way toward me.
“What’s this about?”
I grab his collar and pull him into me, pressing my lips against his. When my tongue pushes past his lips, tangling with his, a groan makes its way up his throat.
We’re tangled in each other for several minutes before he breaks the kiss, placing his mouth on my neck and running his lips up the curve of my neck to the shell of my ear.