Page 63 of Breaking Point
So much for schooling my expression.
“Are you usually an affectionate person?” I ask coolly.
“Tremendously.”
Oh, sweet heavens.
Now my cheeks are heating. “So we’re going to have to?—”
“Touch. A lot,” he cuts in. A warmth fills his blue eyes, a warmth that wasn’t there before. No wonder puck bunnies throw themselves at him. He’s a giant teddy bear stuffed into the body of a six-foot-four, six-pack hockey god. “Do you have any reservations about that?” he drawls slowly, his eyes trailing down the length of my body.
I shake my head, unable to find my voice as all I can think about are the ways in which he will have to touch me and the fine line of making those around me believe I enjoy it, which let’s be real, I will. But I also need to make Grayson feel as if I don’t.
Because right now, as his eyes rove my body, all I want to know is how it would feel if it were his hands doing the exploring.
My head is already scrambled.
Just think of the money that will pay for Mom’s treatment.
“Do you have any reservations?” I ask, surprised to hear my voice is calm despite the pounding in my ears.
“No.” He’s quick to respond.
“We should put rules around intimacy.”
A muscle feathers in his jaw before he licks his lips and clears his throat. “I agree. Do you have any lines that you don’t want crossed?”
None, I want to blurt but quickly bite my tongue.
Grayson leans back, crossing one foot over the other as he spreads his left arm along the back of the couch. The way his muscles bunch has my heart leaping into my throat.
Why does he have to be so sexy?
“We should only be physical when there are others around. Otherwise, the lines between you being my boss will be blurred. We have to try and keep in mind that I’m still your assistant.”
Something between us charges, as if an electric current has switched on.
“Assistant.” He nods slowly. “Right.”
My chest is rising and falling faster with every passing second. “How long are we doing this for?”
He frowns. “What do you mean?”
“Well, we can’t pretend forever.”
An emotion flickers in his gaze, there and gone before I can grasp onto it to decipher how he’s feeling.
“The board makes their decision in three months, so I suppose then.”
And why does he sound so detested by the thought of that? Maybe I’m reading into it and it’s just the thought of only having three months to convince the team to keep him on.
Three months.
Is that even enough time for my mom’s treatment? They said the treatment has several stages and durations for each. I suppose we will know if it’s working halfway through that time period though. If the treatment works, I will move heaven and earth to keep paying for the medication.
The insurance company is lucky I’m not at their door hounding them to pay for it.
Grayson’s deep, gravelly voice pulls my attention back to him. “Our first game of the season is next week and it’s a home game.”
