Right as I’m reaching for the chocolate sauce, he says, “So. You decided you don’t want to be friends?”
“What?” I ask with a chuckle, grasping the bottle of syrup and turning to face him.
His eyes darken, and he takes three quick steps, rapidly closing the distance between us and cornering me. My heart hammers against my chest. My pulse throbs for him. Well,somethingis throbbing, but that’s beside the point.
“I saw the request, Carm,” he whispers with a smirk. “Were you dreaming about me?”
“You wish, asshole.”
“Aw, Rain, you’re so sweet.” He leans closer, lowering his voice even more. “Was it a wet dream?” His warm breath brushes over my face. Minty. So what if he brushed his teeth before he rushed over? It’s not like he was planning on kissing me.
Was he planning on kissing me?
“Did you touch me?” he asks, tone teasing, but his eyes flicker, like he wants that to be true.
“You’re a bastard.”
“Mmm. Nope, unfortunately not. I am, however, an asshole.” He tips his head and leans back to search my face. “It was, wasn’t it?”
“What was what?”
“A wet dream.”
“Do you even hear yourself right now? This is basically harassment.”
“So is searching for your boss online and requesting to be friends with him at four in the morning.”
I pinch my eyes shut and huff. “It was an accident.”
“Ah, I see. You only meant to stalk me.”
“Oh my god, it was one time!” I open my eyes and glare at him.
“I like when you get all huffy with me.” He bites his lip and searches my face. “I especially like when your cheeks turn pink and your pupils dilate.”
“You can’t say those things to me.”
“Why not? I’m the boss.” He shrugs. “And HR.”
“Because,” I begin, then say, “because,” again.
“Such a compelling argument.”
“Are you always so...Lycus?”
“Only for you.”
I roll my eyes. “Please.”
He chuckles. “I think you like it, even if you won’t admit it.”
I shake my head in denial.
“Right. Well, since we’re lying to each other, Idon’tlike you stalking me.”
“I’m sorry, okay? It was a mistake, and it won’t happen again.”
“What if I want it to happen again?”