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He kisses me again, not as a prelude to anything, but simply an exploration, soft and sweet. How many sides are there to this man? Will I have a chance to discover them all?
“I have to go soon,” I tell him after another few minutes. I’ve already been here far too long. Mom probably expected me home an hour ago. If she’s even awake.
“Take my town car. I’ll have my driver wait for you out front.”
“You’re not worried he’ll wonder why I’m at your hotel?”
“Allen’s trustworthy. Drove Dad around for years, so I’m sure he’s seen and heard his fair share of things. Besides, he signed an NDA.” Just like me.
“Okay. So I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“See you then.”
He kisses me one last time, filling my stomach with butterflies, and as I shut the door behind me, I let loose the goofy smile that’s been building all night.
Connor wants me. Somehow, I have a crazy effect on him. And God knows he drives me wild too, especially with those magical fingers and that sinfully skilled mouth.
But even more than that, he seems to genuinely like me. Not just my body, butme. How many guys can I say that about? Of the few I’ve done anything with, I ended up realizing they were more interested in my boobs and butt than my brains.
But Connor…
No, it’s probably not smart to get so attached. There’s the whole iffy work situation, the paparazzi waiting to catch him slipping up, my mission to have him buy Montague Media. There’s so much in our way, so much working against us.
But I still can’t squash that kernel of hope deep inside. This could turn into something. Something real.
As long as the truth doesn’t catch up with me.
Chapter Twenty
Connor
Irub at the back of my neck for the tenth time today, unable to shake this sense of restlessness coursing through me. I get up from my desk, gathering the papers I need to take with me for my meeting with Tech, and exit my office, pausing when I pass by Emma.
She looks up from her screen, a smile on her lips. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Neither of us has outright mentioned the events of last night, but there’s definitely been an added tension to our interactions this morning. Glances that linger a beat too long. A sensual sway to her movements. A knowing tone in her voice. It can’t only be my imagination.
And it’s only two hours into the day.
“You heading out for your meeting with Dave?”
I nod, straightening the stapler at the edge of her desk. Does she want to talk about last night? Things got pretty heated. Way more than I was expecting, at least.
But I don’t regret it, even though I should. What Ishoulddo is tell her it can’t happen again. What Iwantto do is bend her over this desk right now.
“I have to get going,” I say instead of doing either of those things. “Maybe we could talk later?” Not that I know exactly what to say yet.
“Yeah. Of course.”
“Good.”
I continue to stand there, reluctant to leave, even though I need to move to make it to my meeting.
“I really liked last night,” she whispers.
“I did too.” It’s not like I can deny my obvious enjoyment. It’d been the hottest night in memory.
“Did you want to talk now?”