After a quick dash back to Kami’s closet, he hands me a pair of insanely gorgeous black Prada slingbacks that always make my bestie’s legs look a mile long. “Put these on.”
Despite the fact we wear the same size shoe, I’m always afraid to borrow my roomie’s crazy expensive heels. But I do as he asks, then stare at my reflection. My legs look long and slender. I feel even sexier now. No wonder Kami wears stuff like this and spends a small fortune on her footwear.
“What do you think?”
“You’re right. I look better. Just for that, I’ll forget that you insulted my best dress,” I tease.
“I’d be happier if you just burned it.”
I stick out my tongue at him. “Truthfully, I’ve always had a thing for beautiful shoes like these, but I’ve never let myself get attached. They’re so expensive. Now that I’m wearing these and they’re so gorgeous, though… I’m totally in love, and I’m going to need some. Sparkly. And black.” I sigh out, admiring what they do for me in the mirror. “I’ll scrounge together the money somehow. Too bad I’ll never find a guy who realizes that the way to my heart is through my feet and buy them for me.”
Nope. Sadly, I’ll probably have to get five raises and give up eating to afford them.
Jonathan meets my stare in the mirror, his eyes suddenly taking on a hard edge before he returns wordlessly to Kami’s room and shoves her things back in her closet.
What’s up with him? Was it something I said?
I rush to help him, stumbling to figure out what I said or did to upset him. “Are you okay?”
“Fine.”
His tone warns me that he’s not.
Wrapping a concerned hand around his shoulder, I send a searching gaze his way. “Jonathan?”
“We need to do something with your hair.” He points at my bun.
Doing my best to ignore the abrupt change of subject, I nod and begin to unwind the updo.
My sexy-as-sin boss moves in behind me and replaces my fingers with his. “Allow me.”
I feel his gentle tugs against my scalp, and I start to imagine his fingers deep in my hair as he’s kissing me senseless. I should figure out what upset him, not drift into fantasy, but the longer he touches me, the more I fight the urge to close my eyes and lean back against him. His body heat radiates against my back. His masculine scent wraps around me. What will it feel like when there’s no longer any clothing between us?
After a few moments of silence, I feel my bun loosen and my hair fall down my back.
I open my eyes to find him staring again, his expression filled with heat. “Thank you.”
He clasps my shoulders, stilling me. “You’re welcome.”
The warmth of his palms makes me shiver. My hair at the back of my neck stands on end. My breathing accelerates, just like my heart rate. It would be too easy to turn into his arms and get carried away. Too easy to pull his arms around me and hope he embraces me. Too easy to fall back into my old habits.
I can’t break the rules of our agreement.
Instead, I clear my throat and pull free. The loss of his body heat feels abrupt and overwhelming.
I toss my hair around a few times, making it look artfully tousled. “Better?”
He nods. “Has that freshly fucked look. Sexy…” He pauses, again staring at me with those hypnotic eyes, flashing me an enigmatic expression. “How about fake eyelashes?”
“I’m wearing mascara, but I have them.”
“Great. Can you put those on? They’ll make your eyes pop. They’re one of your biggest assets.”
“Are you trying to say my eyes are pretty?”
He raises a brow. “I’m just saying your eyes will be one of the first things, besides your tits, guys look at.”
“You’re such a romantic,” I toss over my shoulder acerbically as I head into my bathroom and grab a set of falsies. A few minutes later, I turn back to him, batting my long, artificial lashes. “How do I look?”