Page 60 of Golden Touch
“Nash,” I say, taking a small step backward. “We need to talk. About last night.”
“Yeah,” he agrees with a serious nod. “I have something to say about that, too.”
That’s the best news I’ve heard all day. “Go ahead, then. Say it,” I encourage him. “You go first.”
“Fair enough.”
Before I realize what’s happening, he takes a step closer to me, cups my chin in one rough hand and kisses me. Slowly and thoroughly. And now there’s a whole swarm of warm flutters in my belly. And maybe in my panties.
“Nash!” I yelp, coming to my senses and stepping back. “We were supposed to be having a conversation, here.”
“Oh, we are,” he says, his voice like whiskey. “I got a lot more to say on the subject, too. Wanna hear it?”
Confused, I hesitate.
Nash doesn’t, though. He steps in and takes my mouth in another hungry kiss. With Nash’s banging body pressed up against mine and his tongue licking into my mouth, everything goes blissfully quiet inside my head for a precious moment.
Someone clears his throat. Loudly. With a gasp, I look up to see the security guy holding a camera. “Don’t stop on my account. Just step away from the ladder?”
“Sorry, dude,” Nash says cheerfully. He gently nudges me out of the way and puts a hand out to steady the ladder.
The guy climbs up and begins installing the security camera. Meanwhile, I suck in oxygen and try to stay on task.
“You look extra hot today,” Nash says in a low voice. “Great hair, babe. And that eye makeup is on point.”
What the?“Look, let’s start over. I came outside to tell you that we can’t do it again.”
“Do what?” His eyes twinkle.
“Youknowwhat,” I hiss.
He grins. “I can’t think of a reason why not.”
“I can!” I insist. “A million reasons, actually. We’re roommates, for starters.”
“That’s just convenient.” He shrugs.
“B-but…” I stammer. He’s got me all worked up. “The power imbalance, Nash! We work together. And not as equals.”
“Huh,” he says slowly. “I know that can be a thing. But honestly, I’m not afraid that you’ll fire me if it doesn’t work out. Imean, it’s a temporary job, yeah? And if you did fire me, I guess I could live with that.”
“Fireyou?” My head might explode. “You got that backwards. You’re my boss right now. You could fireme.”
He gives me a look of complete disbelief. Then he pulls out his phone and offers it to me. “Really? Call my dad right now and ask him if I have the power to fire you. Bet you a steak dinner he says no.”
Hell. I might actually lose that bet. And I can’t afford a steak dinner.
I frown.
He grins. “Got any other arguments, pussycat?”
“Um…” I was so sure this discussion would go my way that I didn’t have my bullet points all lined up and ready to go. “I’ll think of some.”
“You do that,” he says. “In the meantime, hide your cute ass inside, just in case your ex comes back with our gastroenterologist.”
Having no good argument against this advice, I take it.
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