Page 85 of Holly versus Mr. Ivy
Chapter 29
Holly
WhileTrevordrovemeto work, I replayed every tantalizing detail of my kiss with Rhett. It was still snowing, which made the commute longer than normal. I had no complaints about marinating in the feelings Rhett’s kisses evoked in me.
There was a certain bliss that had settled into my heart after making out with him on Thanksgiving and on the couch. This rightness in my soul. A smile that refused to drop. I’d never, ever been kissed like that before in my life. And if Rhett thought I’d created a monster in him, he unleashed his unicorn magic on me, possessing my very essence. The way my chest about exploded when our lips touched, I was afraid Rhett would send me into cardiac arrest.
As dangerous as it was for my heart—literally and figuratively—I wanted Rhett’s lips on mine again. I wanted my hands exploring the firm muscles of his back, stomach, chest, and shoulders. My stomach fluttered when I read fantasy romance novels, but my whole body was consumed in the most glorious way when Rhett’s mouth was on mine. There was no comparison, no competition. It was hands-down Rhett.
An hour later, Trevor slowly pulled into the restaurant employee parking lot. Rhett was inside that building. The man who had, only two hours before, had his phenomenal mouth on mine.
How had I ever thought I’d be capable of separating work and home life? The second I looked at Rhett, everyone would know. They wouldseemy feelings, my want for him. Just like a kid on a ride at a theme park, with clear instructions to keep my hands inside the cart at all times, I wasn’t sure I could.
Rhett had better stay away from me. It was the only way I could do my job.
Trevor hopped out and came around the back of his SUV to open my door for me.
“Thanks for the ride.”
“You were pretty quiet on the drive. Is everything okay?”
Man, I loved my brother when he was concerned about me. “Besides hands that don’t work at the moment, I’m actually doing really, really good.”
He shot me a dry look. “It’s Rhett, isn’t it?”
“Shhh.” I looked around, ensuring we were alone. “You can’t say stuff like that here.”
Trev held his hands out. “Sorry.”
I whispered, “But yes. A big part is because of Rhett. You have to promise me you won’t tell another soul. We’ll get fired if anyone finds out.”
“Your secret is safe with me.”
“Thank you.”
“Call me when you are ready to be picked up.”
I hugged him. “Thanks, Trev.”
Walking into the restaurant, Skye’s voice scared me to death.
“Hey, Chef.”
I jumped. “Whoa! When did you get here?”
How had I not heard her car or her feet on the gravel as she’d walked toward me and Trevor? Oh, no! Had she heard what Trevor and I had spoken about?
“Like one minute ago. How are your hands feeling today?”
I held up my gauze-wrapped palms. “Not so great. I’ll probably be out of commission for a week, if not more.”
She frowned. “I’m sorry. That really sucks.”
Yes, it completely did. I couldn’t wait to run my fingers through Rhett’s golden hair.
We walked into the kitchen together. The sounds of pans banging, knives chopping, and food sizzling on the stove greeted me. There would be no seeking Rhett out before everyone arrived—they were already here.
“Hello,” I greeted my staff.
