Page 29 of Mailroom Delight
I was done talking about work now. I said what I wanted to say and made my point, which simply was she was a source people turned to, and she needed to consider more than what she did when she gave advice.
I thought I’d gotten the point across, if only in small amounts. It was enough to at least make her think.
Now on to better things, which the shocked look on her face told me was going to take some maneuvering.
I looked over her lips and felt the desire for the kiss take me.
“I’m not kissing you.” She flinched. “You must be insane.”
“Are you scared you may feel something?” Here was my play. If she took this one level ahead of me her instinct would be to prove me wrong. She could only do that by kissing me.
“No. I know I don’t feel anything.”
“Right, I see. You’re scared you may like me more than you already do,” I chuckled.
“I don’t and I’m not.”
“Okay, so kiss me. Prove me wrong. Show me that we don’t click, and I won’t hit on you again.” Excitement swelled within me as I noted the change in her demeanor. She looked like she was considering it.
“So, the kiss will give me freedom from you?”
“Yes, Sweet Thing? I know you aren’t seeing anyone, so you have no excuses.” I was trying hard now not to just take hold of her tiny waist and pull her onto my lap. “Come here.” I crooked my finger at her, beckoning her closer.
She looked uncertain at first, so I made the first move and tried to act like I couldn’t feel the excitement that rippled through me. It was the anticipation of claiming a difficult woman.
God, she actually looked nervous.
The guard she’d placed up with being so tough and not interested in me was fading.
She was still as I lowered to her lips. I paused for a second, so I could see what it was like to be so close to her. I savored the look she gave me and proceeded to her lips.
The minute I pressed my lips to hers I felt a blast of energy wash over me. My lips actually burnt from the intensity and the heat.
She jumped back, pulling away before we really got going and looked panicked.
I knew she felt that surge too. I could see it written all over her face.
“I can’t.” She said through a labored breath.
“Why?” I needed her again. The kiss was far too brief.
“I…” she looked worried.
“It’s just kissing, Paige.” I assured her, because I saw she wanted me too. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s just kissing.”
“Just kissing.” She breathed.
I smiled as she inched back to me. I lowered to her lips again and relished the moment she truly dropped her guard and kissed me back too.
