“Sorry,” I said, and pressed my fingers against my lips. “I just…I don’t know why I’m even saying all of these things. I don’t usually say what I think like this.”
“Is that supposed to make it better?” Aaron asked. His eyes filled with laughter. He was laughing at me. “I’ll have you know; everyone wants a piece of this.” He gestured to himself.
“People just want to be with you because of your name,” I blurted out.
Aaron laughed and shook his head.
“Oh, God. I’m just making it worse, aren’t I? You’re going to fire me if I don’t quit. I have no choice now. I’ll just have to––"
Before I could say anything else, Aaron grabbed me and kissed me. I froze, blinking at him. His arm held me tightly against him, and his lips were firm. I should have pulled away. We were fighting, and I’d said terrible things…but this was like a dream I’d had, and I didn’t want to pull away. So, instead of breaking the kiss as I should have, I melted against him and kissed him back.
“You’re sexy when you give me shit,” Aaron said through our kisses.
“I think there’s a lot fundamentally wrong with what’s happening here,” I said, breaking the kiss.
“You talk too much,” he said and kissed me again.
“But––”
“Shut up and kiss me, Jade,” Aaron ordered, pushing me against the wall next to the bar. He ground his hips against mine, and I moaned softly. His tongue slid into my mouth and whatever I might have wanted to say, whatever arguments I’d had prepared, flew out of my mind.
My body responded to him. Heat washed through me, and all I could think about was wantingmore.
When Aaron broke the kiss, I tried with the last bit of willpower I had left to do the right thing.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I breathed.
“You’re right,” Aaron said, nodding.
A part of me sank at the idea that this was it. It was over.The right thing to do is to tell him to stop,I told myself. I wasn’t going to be just another one of his girls. Even if it feltrightto be with him. I had to be mature about this; I had to think long-term. He was my boss, he was Aaron Steele, he was––
He turned away from me and hailed a cab. “We can’t do too much out in the open.”
“What?” I asked in a breathy voice.
A cab pulled up in front of us, and Aaron opened the door for me.
“We’re going to my place.”
“Where’s Ben?” I asked.
“He’s staying over at my parents’ place. He loves visiting with grandma and grandpa.”
I climbed into the cab, and Aaron slid in next to me. When the door shut, the car pulled into the road, and Aaron slid his hand onto my leg as if touching me was the most natural thing in the world. Although his hand was hot, branding my skin, I shivered at his touch.
His fingers drew circles on my thigh as he moved slowly upward. My breath caught in my throat when he leaned into me and kissed me again.
Why did everything with him feel so right?
It’s the alcohol,I told myself. It had to be because none of this could be right.
“Stop thinking,” he murmured through our kisses.
“What?”
He pulled away a little. “You’re overthinking this.”
“You should be overthinking it, too.”