“Is it really?” I grab my phone and check the time. She’s right. We’ve been talking for almost three hours. I knew time was passing, but I had no idea it was that long.
“Sorry,” she says. “You probably had things to do tonight, and here I am talking your ear off.”
“Not at all,” I say. “This is why I invited you in here.”
She smiles as she gets up. “And I thought you were just trying to get past my rules.”
I stand and walk toward the door with her. “Oh, I am. And I will. You can be sure of that.”
She stops at the door, her hand on the knob. I love how she’s tall enough to look me right in the eyes.
“No, you won’t, Ronan. I won’t make that mistake again.”
A flash of anger runs through me. Mistake? The words Fuck you, then are on the tip of my tongue, but I stop. I know in an instant that if I lash out at her now, we won’t recover. Ever.
I step closer, invading her personal space. She stands her ground, holding my gaze. The hit of anger makes me want to be aggressive. I reach out and put my hand in her hair, running my fingers through the dark silky strands. I grab it at the base of her neck, just hard enough that I have her in my control.
“It won’t be a mistake the second time.”
Her eyes widen and her lips part. I’m so close to kissing her. If she so much as touches her tongue to her lips, I won’t be able to resist.
But now isn’t the time. I let go of her hair and brush it back behind her shoulder.
“Thanks for joining me for dinner,” I say and step away.
She takes a deep breath, and her breasts strain against her dress. “Goodnight, Ronan.” She leaves and shuts the door behind her.
I rub my hands up and down my face. Fuck, I’m so hard my dick aches. I wanted to drag her across my office by her hair and bend her over the side of my desk. She has no idea how much self-control it took to let her walk away.
I head straight for the private bathroom, glad it has a shower. I need to get off, now, or I’m going to go nuts. Jacking off isn’t going to do much more than take the edge off, but right now the edge is fucking sharp. My Selene fantasies are going to have to do, until I can get my hands on the real thing.
9: Selene
I walk away from Ronan’s office, my heart racing. That bastard made my pussy so wet, I was literally clenching my thighs. I should have told him not to touch me, but holy shit, that was a turn-on. I can barely think straight.
I’m so grateful it’s late and no one else is in the office. My face must be beet red. I head back to my office to grab my things. I need to get out of here. Now.
I walk over to the other side of our floor to take a different elevator. He could be leaving too, and I cannot risk being in an enclosed space with him right now. I was half a second away from biting his lower lip. God, his mouth is perfect, and it isn’t helping that I’ve tasted it before. He was so close I could feel his body heat, and he stared at me with such an intense look in his eyes.
The elevator takes forever, and I look over my shoulder a few times, wondering if he’s going to follow me. I hate that there’s a part of me—a bigger part than I would like to admit—that wants him to. I’m still breathing too hard. I glance behind me again and get a whiff of him. Why the hell do I still smell him? I grab a section of my hair and bring it up to my nose. That’s where it’s coming from. It’s faint, but distinctly Ronan.
Damn him, he should not smell so good.
I take the elevator down, and head out to my car. I know exactly what my problem is. I’m horny as fuck—and I hate that word. It sounds so juvenile, but damn it, I want to get laid. It’s been a very long time and that is the only reason Ronan had that effect on me.
It is not because he’s the sexiest motherfucking man I have ever met, and it is definitely not because I loved it when he got aggressive with me.
There’s no traffic, so I get home in about fifteen minutes. I go inside and change out of my work clothes, putting on my too-short yoga pants and a t-shirt. And new panties, because yes, my thong is no longer wearable. Downstairs, I pour myself a glass of wine and sit down on the couch. My heart rate returned to normal on the drive home, but I still have an uncomfortable pressure between my legs. I take a sip of the Cabernet. Hopefully the wine will help me calm down.
I grab my phone and bring up Kylie’s number. I really need to talk to her.
“What’s up?” she says when she answers.
“I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Uh oh,” she says. “Do you need me to come over?”
“You don’t have to,” I say. “But do you have a few minutes to talk?”
“Yeah, of course,” she says. “What’s going on? Did something happen with Aidan?”
I hear my brother say something in the background, and I hope I didn’t interrupt them. I know they’re still newlyweds and everything, but ew.
“No, it’s not about Aidan. Not really.” I take a deep breath. “You know how I told you my company has a new owner and things are weird at work?”