Page 66 of Forever Wild
“No? What kind of words would you like me to use then?”
“We don’t need to talk at all.” I step closer. His gaze drops to my lips, but he doesn’t kiss me.
He’s all cool and under control, and I’m ready to strip out of this dress and throw myself at him.
“The pool wasn’t the same without you today,” he says, leaning one hip against the bar as he faces me.
“You didn’t touch your inbox, did you?” I ask.
One side of his mouth pulls up in a half smile. “No ma’am.”
“Good. I don’t want you to mess up all my hard work.”
“No, we wouldn’t want that.” He keeps smiling at me. “So, did you get all your stuff done or are you going to bebusyagain tomorrow?”
“You missed me that much, huh?”
He doesn’t answer, but the air buzzes around us, confirming thatwhatever is going on between us seems to be affecting us both.
Our drinks come, and Grace and I down our champagne quickly after toasting to our new boss babe lives.
“We’re going to dance,” Grace says, giving me a knowing smirk as she pulls Lane behind her.
They don’t get far when I decide that maybe dancing is exactly how to burn off some of this tension.
“Wanna dance?” I ask him.
With a nod, he takes my hand. Instead of going to the dance floor, he heads to a staircase that leads upstairs. There’s a VIP section, but instead of stopping there, he leads me behind the bar on the second floor to another set of stairs.
My pulse picks up speed. It’s dark and I grip his hand tightly to stick with him.
“Where are we going?” I ask as we reach our destination.
The area is like a sky box that looks down on the club.
“Welcome to the owner’s box.” He winks.
“I can’t believe I’ve never noticed this before.”
“You’re not meant to,” he says. “The windows are tinted so no one can see in.”
A shiver dances over my skin at the thought of him being up here watching people. Watching me, maybe.
There’s a bar up here too, but no one is working. Jack goes behind it and grabs two glasses and a bottle of champagne.
The seats are even lusher than the ones in VIP. This is obviously for the high-profile guests they entertain.
He pops the champagne and pours two glasses. He hands me one but doesn’t take the other.
“Did you have a good day?” I ask before taking a sip. The first glassalready has me feeling light and a little tipsy.
“It was quiet.”
“That sounds terrible.”
“You have no idea.” He closes the distance between us and his lips cover mine, stealing my breath and making my heart race faster.
Jack and I used to go days, weeks even, without seeing each other, but the day apart felt like a lifetime.
