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“You’re kicking me out? After seducing me?”

“I’m not kicking you out, Axel—okay, well I am sort of, but we have work tomorrow, so…”

“Okay, Zimyra.”

He stands up and stretches, making no attempt to hide the bulge in the front of his pants. Then he heads for the door.

Reluctantly, I walk with him there and say, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yep,” he says with dreamy eyes. “Goodnight, Zimyra.”

“Goodnight, Axel,” I say and close the door.

I grunt and chastise myself. “What the heck is wrong with you, Zimyra?”

I massage my temples as I pace the hallway. “Why, why, why did you kiss him? Ugh!”

I usually have more control than this. But Axel…

There’s just something about him that lowers my defenses.

I gasp internally.

Unbelievable.

I hop in the shower, hoping to dispel the sour feeling in my gut knowing that I crossed the line with him, but that feeling quickly dissipates and is replaced by longing and desire as I relive the way he kissed me. I close my eyes and replay the kiss – the way his face, his beard, felt next to my face. Oh, what a feeling. And then there’s the way he expertly kissed me like I was the only woman in the world. His hot tongue lapped mine effortlessly. The way the man uses his mouth should be punishable by law. He definitely knows how to kiss. My legs are still nervous from what he did to me. How am I supposed to make it through a full day of work with wobbly legs? Every time the kiss crosses my mind, or whenever I see him, I’ll probably lose the function of my limbs. I may just have to stay at my desk all day. I don’t see any other way to make it through.

CHAPTER 18

I’m shook.

That’s the only way I can describe it. Women don’t shake me to my core – but this one…

The Ritcher Scale can’t measure the magnitude of what she just did to me. Perplexed, I frown as I sit in the car, still in the parking lot of her complex not wanting to leave her. Everything in me is pulling me back to her door, but she pushed me away.

On one end, I’m glad she did. On the other, I want her so badly, I can hardly think straight. I feel like a drunk driver behind this wheel – I’m gone in the head, nothing makes sense, and everything is blurry.

How do I start this car again?

Oh, that’s right. It’s push-button, and I was trying to start it with my key. That’s how much she has me gone in the head. I finally felt her body in my arms the way I always wanted to feel it. It’s something I thought about incessantly since she smiled at me and saidgood morningthe very first day I laid eyes on her. Her curves, her scent, the way she held onto me like I was her lifeline, and then the way she kissed me – I don’t think I can let that go like it didn’t happen. That’s probably what she wants me to do. It’s probably what Ishoulddo – walk away – but I don’t think I can. Correction – I know I can’t.

I shift the car into gear and call Peter. He answers immediately asking, “What’s up? How’s everything?”

“Did you not get my message?”

“About what?”

Come on, Peter…

I’m already in a bad way because I’m driving away from Zimyra’s apartment when I don’t want to.

“I found out Zimyra plans on leaving the job to start her own business.”

“How soon?”

“She says she doesn’t plan on being there next year.”

“She’s making good money to be where she is, Ax.”

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