Page 81 of So Much More
“Your navy suit,” I say without hesitation.
He grins and points to his eyes. “It makes these babies pop, doesn’t it?”
I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head at him. “You’re a mess, did you know that?”
“I’ve been told that a time or two.” He puckers his lips at me. “Do I have lipstick on my mouth?”
I swipe a thumb over his lips. “You’re good. How about me? Is my makeup okay?”
“You look stunning, as usual.”
“Thank you,” I say with a blush, “but that didn’t answer my question.”
“Other than your lipstick being gone, your makeup is perfect.”
I lean against his desk and grin at him. “Did we really do that?”
“We did.” He reaches to pull me back between his legs and settles his hands on my hips. “You sure you want to take my sisters on a girls’ weekend instead of staying here with me? I can think of some fun things we can do.” His hand slides to the slit in my skirt, but I redirect it up to my waist.
I’m dying to stay here with him, but I can’t, and that’s probably a good thing. I need time to process what happened before we do it again or take this further than my heart might be ready to.
“What I want isn’t pertinent,” I say, “because we both know I need to get your sisters out of town, and you need to focus on your mom.”
“I’m pretty sure my focus will be on something other than my mom.”
I trace my finger along his hairline, and he can’t stop the shiver that rolls through his body.
“Something?”I ask.
“Maybe someone.”His grip tightens on my hips. “But I’m not naming any names. Don’t want to make you jealous.”
My stomach twists. “You’re really going to joke about that?”
He winces and his gaze turns apologetic. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
I sigh. “I know. And I don’t want you to second guess everything you say to me, so please don’t worry about it. We’re both bound to say stupid things sometimes.”
He nods and glances at the clock. “We’ve got a minute before we need to meet Leslie. Want to kiss me one more time?”
I press my lips to his forehead. “Done.” Then I twirl out of his grasp and head for the door. “See you in one minute!”
thirty-five
How am I supposed to get up and walk out of my office after what just happened?
I’ve never been more surprised than when Wendy asked to kiss me. I figured I’d have to wait months for her to feel like she was ready and, like her, I was afraid she wouldn’t be able to lose herself in it due to thinking about the last woman I kissed. I’m glad we overcame that obstacle, but I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the weekend without seeing her.
I’m still sitting at my desk, staring off into space while reliving the last ten minutes in my head, when Leslie appears in my doorway.
“Yoo-hoo, you forget about us?”
I shake myself out of my stupor. “No. Sorry.” I study her face for a moment to try and decipher if Wendy already told her about the kissing, but her expression doesn’t give anything away.
“Well then, hop to it,” she orders. “We need to hit the road.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I grab my keys and wallet out of my desk drawer and follow her out. Wendy is waiting for us in the lobby, and she avoids looking me in the eye, but her mouth holds a hint of a smile. The two women chatter as we make our way to my car. Normally I would join in, but today I simply listen.
