Page 83 of The Rebel

“Good morning, beautiful.”

I turned around, flashing him a lazy smile. He stepped inside and immediately closed the door.

I gasped. “Anthony, what if Dorothy sees us?”

“It doesn’t matter. She works for me, not the other way round.”

“Why did you close the door?”

He turned around, looking at me intently. “Because I never know how fast I’m going to lose control.” He approached me with quick steps. “It’s not even a matter ofifanymore, justwhen.”

I licked my lips. “But won’t all the others know?”

He paused in the act of tilting toward me. “They won’t.”

“Well, then… since you’ve already closed the door…”

We had boundaries, but I didn’t care about them anymore. He covered my mouth, kissing me desperately.

Holy shit!I wasn’t expecting this to be so hot. My entire body vibrated. The edge of the desk cut into my ass as Anthony pressed me against it. I’d melted against his mouth when he suddenly pulled away.

“Fuck. I can’t do this,” he whispered.

“What?”

“Knowing you’re next to me will be my undoing. I’ll come in here all the time.”

I grinned. “That does seem very likely.”

Stepping back, he cleared his throat. “There. We have our boundaries, and I’ll respect them, even if it means putting in extra effort to stay away from you.”

I pouted. “What’s that supposed to mean? You’ll just ignore me?”

“Stop pouting or I’ll kiss you again.”

I pressed my lips together, and he smiled before leaving my office.

To my astonishment, he didn’t burst in for the rest of the day.

In the afternoon, Dorothy came in again. “Hey, another hot drink for you.”

“Oh my goodness. They’ll have to tell me when I get a delivery so you don’t always have to carry it up for me.”

“Don’t worry. I have a very good rapport with the kitchen staff, and they tell me whenever they’ve got deliveries. I don’t just randomly go downstairs.” She did have another box under her arm. At least she hadn’t gone specifically for me.

“Thanks a lot.” I took the cup from her and debated going into Anthony’s office. But then I remembered his plans about me and the hot chocolate: drinking it off me.

Hmmm…he didn’t mean it, did he?I supposed Icouldfind out.

Oh boy. Of course he’d go through it. ThiswasAnthony LaBlanc.

Instead, I texted him.

Daisy: I got my treat. Thank you so much.

I took a sip and sighed. It had pistachio topping.

Daisy: This one is delicious too.