Page 29 of His White Moonlight
“I was sitting next to him.We were talking about the sculptures.”
He looked down at the ground, and I could feel his arm shaking under my touch.
“Do you like him?”
“Of course not.I just met him, Bennett.And he’syourage.”
His gaze flew to mine, and he looked…shocked.I didn’t know why, but it was an opening.I wrapped my arms around him like I had tentacles and gave him my saddest, pleading face.
“Please don’t tell Mom and Dad.I promise there’s zero interest.”
He glanced over my shoulder, gently untangled my tentacle-hold to clasp my hand, and led me away without saying anything.
“Please,” I begged.“I promise to eat lunch at my desk all next week to guard your door.”
“Not good enough,” Bennett said.
I wanted to kick him in the shin.Instead, I tried what Grandma suggested.
“You look really handsome today, Bennett.”He stopped walking, and that perfectly stoic mask he liked to wear slipped into place as he looked at me.Hopeful, since it wasn’t anger, I pressed forward.“And…” Shit.I couldn’t compliment his ass and tell him to wear heels.What else?What else!
“And that shirt nicely accentuates your shoulders.A sleeveless one would be even better.”I reached up and squeezed his muscular arm.
“You’ll eat lunch with me until the end of next week,” he said.
It worked?I couldn’t believe it.
“Deal,” I said quickly.
CHAPTER FIVE
The soft soundof crying greeted my human ears as we neared the desks on Bennett’s side of the floor.When I slowed to see what was going on, he caught my arm and led me to his office suite, where a scattered trail of papers created a path from my desk to his.
“I have a meeting for the next hour.Clean up this mess, and wipe everything down to remove her scent.She sat on the couch.Figure out a way to get rid of her scent from there, too.”
He turned on his heel and left without his laptop or anything else, including an explanation of who “she”was.
With a sigh, I started picking up papers.Rather than sorting them right away, I placed the stack on my desk and searched his private bathroom for cleaning supplies.Wiping off the surfaces she’d likely touched didn’t take long.Debating how to remove a scent from a cloth-upholstered couch did.His cleaning supplies were natural and not heavily scented for obvious reasons.That meant using any of the sprays was out, even if they were fabric-safe.What options did that leave me?
Mentally shrugging, I closed the door and blinds and started doing jumping jacks.When I felt suitably warm, I kicked off my shoes and sprawled on his napping couch.In theory, my scent would smother hers.It wasn’t like Bennett would have let her sit on his couch for long, and I highly doubted she would have gotten away with lying on it.
Would Bennett likemyscent on his couch?Probably not.But if he was fine brushing his lips against mine to find out what I drank and dragging me from the park by my hand, I didn’t think he’d have a violent reaction to my scent like he had to whoever’d been in his office.And if he did throw another fit, the worst-case scenario was that I’d lose my job.
Oh, darn…
Smiling to myself, I glanced at the time on my phone and wiggled around on the couch, trying to spread my scent around as much as possible.
* * *
Light,rhythmic tapping wormed its way into my brain and slowly woke me.I heard a quiet buzz, Bennett’s softly spoken “later,” and knew I was in trouble.
I’d fallen asleep on his couch.
The tapping resumed.Typing.He was working while I was napping.What did it mean that he hadn’t woken me up?
Deciding not to put off whatever consequence he had planned for me, I opened my eyes and sat up.His jacket fell off my shoulders, and I quickly picked it up from the floor.
He’d covered me?
