Page 47 of Boss of Attraction
I moved behind him and rested my chin on his shoulder. “We can take things slow. No one needs to know but us.”
He turned, and we looked into each other’s eyes, neither one of us turning away. “And what if someone finds out?”
“If you don’t have an issue with it, then we can deal with it if that happens, but I really see no problem because we’re both consenting adults.”
“You make it sound so simple,” he whispered.
I tilted my head, our lips mere inches apart. “Maybe it can be.”
Without hesitation, I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips to his. It felt like everything fell into place at that moment, like we’d sealed our relationship with a kiss.
When we pulled apart, Sean said, “We should head out before the cleaning crew gets here.”
I nodded, reluctantly stepping back. “Yeah, I’m supposed to meet Fallon.”
Sean grabbed his briefcase. “Tell him congrats for me again.”
“You know, you could come.” I smirked.
“Come where?”
In my mouth again.“I’m meeting him at Chrome.”
“What is Chrome?”
“A gay nightclub.”
Sean shook his head slowly. “I don’t know.”
“All right. If you change your mind, you know where I’ll be.”
Except he didn’t change his mind and instead, I partied the night away with Fallon and some more friends to celebrate that he and I were finally attorneys at law.
Monday morning,I had the usual pep in my step as I stepped out of the elevator and into the office. I set my stuff down on my desk and peeked over my shoulder to see Sean’s office door was closed. The light was on, so I knew he was inside.
Despite agreeing to see where things went between us, we hadn’t spoken since Friday night. I’d wanted to reach out and text him, but I didn’t because I knew he was still on the fence about everything. He needed to be the one to make the next move.
“Good morning, Camille. How was your weekend?” I asked as I looked over at her cubicle.
“It was good, but busy. Went to my son’s football game, did some laundry, and cleaned the apartment. You know how it goes. How was your weekend?”
“Did those same things minus football.”
“You didn’t even watch the New England game last night?”
I shook my head. “Watching sports on TV isn’t really my thing.”
“That’s a shame. I thought you’d be into the tight pants.”
“Tight pants, you say?” I chuckled.
Camille laughed. “See? You’re missing out.”
“Well, maybe I’ll check out these tight pants.”
“Just wait for baseball season. They’re even better without all the pads blocking their muscles.”
Before I could respond, Sean’s door opened, and he called out, “Declan. My office.”
