Page 24 of My Hottest Obsession

“No. I came to see my woman.”

I try to ignore the way my body warms at his words as I peek into the takeout bags.

“I thought we could spend the day together,” he says as I pull out the containers.

“No.”

“Let me rephrase. I’m here to spend the day with you. What are we doing?”

“I need to go grocery shopping.”

“Okay, we can start with that,” he says as he passes me a strip of bacon.

I know that if I want to keep my heart safe, I should make up an excuse to get him out of here. I don’t want to, though. I love spending time with him.

No. Not love. I just like it. Besides, I can use him to get a ride to the grocery store. That’s all this will be.

I’m not sure that I’m quite convincing myself, so I focus on the food instead. There are donuts and bacon, egg sandwiches, and two coffees.

“Thanks for breakfast.”

“Of course. I love taking care of you,” he tells me, and I look away from him. “I like your pajamas.”

“Thanks. What do you wear to bed?”

As soon as I ask the question, I regret it. I can feel my face flame with embarrassment, and I refuse to make eye contact with him.

“Nothing,” he says, and I can hear the heat in his voice.

“Great.”

“Are you imaging it?” He asks me, his voice low and seductive.

“Yeah. I didn’t know they could be that small,” I tease him, and he growls.

“Let me show you so that you have an easier time picturing it,” he says, already starting to unbutton his jeans.

“No! Not necessary,” I say, covering my eyes with my hands.

“Maybe later,” he says, and I clear my throat.

“Uh-huh.”

We make small talk about the weather and how busy work has been as we finish breakfast, and I’m grateful for the chance to recover from all of the sexually charged conversations.

“Do you have a grocery list or anything?” Adrien asks me as we clean up the takeaway containers.

“I usually just wander around the store and grab whatever looks good.”

He nods, and I toss the garbage.

“I’m going to go get dressed.”

His eyes dart down to my legs, and he swallows hard. I pause, liking the attention. I’m not used to guys checking me out or at least not being so obvious about it.

I’m wearing a pair of pajama shorts that I’ve had since I was in high school and an old tie-dye t-shirt that I’ve had for almost as long. I definitely don’t look my best, but Adrien makes me feel like the most beautiful person alive.

Stop! You have to stop thinking like that. There is no world where your billionaire boss is going to fall in love with you and marry you. This is all just a chase for him. He’s bored.

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