Page 4 of How To Resist Mr. Wrong (Mr. Wrong Chronicles #1)

“Yeah, yeah. I got it,” Emily said, surrendering to her fate. She wasn’t a jerk of a boss who’d make her employees miss their niece’s birthday parties, but she was an annoyed one. Even though she wasn’t sure who she was annoyed at yet.

“Thanks, Em! You’re the best!” Marissa’s retreating figure said. Any faster, and Emily would have needed to redo her hair because of the gust of wind it would have created.

“Let’s order some food. We’ll be here a while,” Sebastian said, picking up his phone.

Emily narrowed her eyes. “You don’t have to stay. I got it,” she said, following Marissa out the door.

Sebastian followed her out to the nearly empty floor and towards Emily’s office.

“I’m the reason you got stuck with all the extra work.

Of course, I’ll stay back and help,” he said, walking right behind her.

Before Emily could interrupt, he added, “It’ll help me understand all the details better, too. ”

Emily couldn’t argue with that, but she’d like to be noted that she wanted to. “Fine!” she said. “But don’t open your mouth unless it’s for something productive.”

“You got it, babe!” Sebastian said and flopped onto the couch. Emily eventually joined him once he brought his laptop. It’s easier to look at both screens simultaneously that way. But Emily had clearly not considered the logistics of sharing a couch with Sebastian, however big it was.

Emily was a professional, though, so she ignored the one time she touched his hand by accident when he was pointing at a number on her screen, making her heart speed up.

She wasn’t extremely aware of the distance between them at all times.

And she was completely ignoring the fact that on occasions, they were very quiet, she could hear Sebastian’s breath.

No, she was completely focused on her work. Not paying attention to the jerkface she was forced to work with.

“The consultancy hours are different from the other projects I looked at. But the work scope is almost the same here,” Sebastian pointed at Emily’s laptop again at hour three.

“Yeah, we’re expecting some extra hours because of the tech upgrades,” Emily said, pushing his hand away.

“We’re not expecting the upgrades to be up and running until two months after the end date of this contract,” Sebastian turned to her and said.

Emily continued tallying the numbers. “We keep some leverage because tech things are generally not extremely predictable,” she said, absentmindedly.

“No, wait,” Sebastian insisted, sliding down to sit next to Emily. “Where are the tech plans for next year?” he said, touching Emily’s screen and minimizing the document she was working on. Rude!

Emily’s mouth hung open. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, watching him take over her laptop, still on her lap, and looking through it.

“Calm down, Little Miss Perfect,” he said and continued his search while Emily processed. She was hallucinating, right? “Here it is. See, this already accounts for the possible delay in processing,” he said, showing her the screen proudly.

Emily would have looked at the screen, at that finger pointing at her screen again, but she was furious. All the blood seemed to have rushed to her face. She felt hot all over, and her heartbeat was going a mile a minute. She was angry, right? This was anger, she decided.

“What?” Sebastian asked, looking at her, his face close. Too close.

Emily finally just decided to look at the screen. It was safer. But her brain had seemed to have stopped processing any information.

“Yup, okay,” she said. But when she looked at the sentence Seb was pointing at, she was annoyed all over again. “No, wait. That doesn’t account for shit, at least not for early delivery.”

“It does, though. See, the range means it’ll be somewhere between these two months. It’s the literal definition of range,” he insisted.

“Urgh, no, it doesn’t,” Emily said, finally turning to look at him again. “Why do you always have to defend every word that comes out of your mouth?”

“ I do that? You’re doing that right now!” Sebastian accused.

“You know you can’t blame the world for your mistakes. And you call me ‘Miss Perfect’!” Emily shouted.

“I don’t know if that’s sarcasm or a real analysis. But I own up to my mistake, or I would if you would let me talk to you for five minutes without literally running away every time I try,” Sebastian said.

“What’s even the point? It’ll just be more defensiveness with you,” Emily said.

Seb moved his head closer. “Yeah? You just know everything, don’t you?”

“I know you,” Emily countered. She could feel Seb’s breath on her face now.

“Do you know what I’m going to do now?” he asked.

Emily couldn’t remember any words. She used to know words, didn’t she? She even won a spelling bee in fifth grade. You had to know words to do that.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Seb said and closed the last inches between them. Emily’s lips moved on their own, like they’ve been doing this for years.

She had no control over the rest of her body either because it was not her conscious decision to move her hand through Seb’s hair, the other on his bicep. He clearly still worked out. It was not her decision to open her mouth when Sebastian’s tongue licked her lips, this time asking for permission.

She didn’t know how long they were tangled on the couch, their tongues fighting the fight their words couldn’t. When Emily finally realized what all her body parts were doing, she quickly backed off, pushing Seb away while still keeping the laptop on her lap. She was competent like that.

“What are you doing? Oh my god, we’re in the office, Seb!” she said, genuinely scandalized.

Seb smiled. “It’s okay, you can keep the extra hours for consultation. It’s an estimate anyway, it wouldn’t matter.”

Emily’s mouth hung open. Was he serious?

“Oh, look, the food is here,” he said, taking off before Emily could give him a piece of her mind.