Page 95 of Fifth Avenue Fling

His eyes move over me, reminding me he knows what I look like naked. “Week three, and you’re taking liberties already?” He raises an annoyed brow.

Myfacereddens.“Sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night.”Because I wasrunningthrough everypossibleoutcomeofthismorninginmyhead.

“Don’t think I’ll let you take advantage because of what happened between us.”

I gape at him. I can’t believe I thought I was falling for this guy. Am I a glutton for punishment? “It’s got nothing to do with what happened. Like I said, I overslept. It won’t happen again,” I say with more steel in my voice. Can’t he drop it now?

He sighs, and his expression softens somewhat. He looks like he didn’t sleep well, either.

“Teagan and I are heading out tonight for dinner, so you don’t have to worry about making something. That’ll give you time to catch up on sleep.”

“Sure,” I say, forcing a smile. Is he trying to get away from me? “Do you want your breakfast now?”

“Since you slept in, I don’t have time.”

His tone, his stance, his eyes. All cold as ice. Freezing.

I get a flashback of the heat in his eyes when we were fucking. Of how his large hands roamed my body like he worshiped it.

“Sorry.” I cringe. How many apologies can one make in a single morning?

“Should we talk about what happened on Saturday night?” I immediately regret asking the damn question the moment I see his jaw tighten.

“Let’s put Saturday behind us and move forward, okay?” He says it in the same tone he uses to ask Teagan to remove her eyeliner. “Can you do that?”

I feel fucking patronized.

Of course he doesn’t want to talk about Saturday night; it meant nothing to him.

I attempt to mask my hurt. I know he can see it. I don’t know why I feel so burned. I had a few one-night stands before but always managed to walk away just fine. Maybe this situation is different because he’s my boss, and I can’t simply walk away.

I hate that I wear my feelings on my face.

I hate that Saturday night meant more to me than him.

I hate that I’m the naïve, small-town girl who imagined this whole scene would end with Killian apologizing to me.

“It’s fine,” I joke weakly. “Sex with the nanny isn’t in the manual.”

He manages a slight smile. “No, it most certainly is not.”

I busy myself with loading the dishwasher as he drinks down a glass of water behind me. At least this way, he can’t read my face.

The tension in the air is unbearable. I need him to leave.

“From now on, I promise to keep my hands to myself,” he says softly behind me.

My heart flutters.

“It’s all good, Killian. Let’s go back to how things were before.”Iplasterafalsesmileonmy face.I have to protect my heart. We are two puzzle pieces that don’t fit together. “Pretend it never happened. I’ll only be working for you for another two months.”

I especially hate that he looks so relieved.

TWENTY-ONE

Killian

Connor swings the door to my office open, grinning wide. “Miss me?”

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