She scrams out of the office, the door slamming shut behind her.
I cross my arms over my chest. “My calendar, Ethan? What do you want?”
“I was going to take you out to lunch. Apparently, you have other plans.”
“I’m failing to see the point here.” I pick up my phone and wallet, checking to see if I have some cash.
“You really should pay more attention to me, Natalie.”
He plucks the phone and wallet from my hand, putting them aside on Layla’s desk, his voice dark and husky. “I don’t like being ignored.”
Without thinking, I take a step back, trapping myself against the door frame. “And I don’t like being monitored. What are you, the NSA?”
“Too bad.” He leans down, our breaths intermingling. “I like monitoring you.”
It’s hard to think straight when he’s this close to me. “Some might call that behavior toxic and controlling.”
“Maybe,” he agrees, brushing his lips against mine. “I call it protective. What if someone more charming than me steals you from under my nose?”
I scoff, my breath shaking as he kisses me more deeply now. “Someone more charming than you? Is that even possible?”
He’s not letting me speak, pressing me into the door frame, his lips stealing my breath as he ignites a blazing fire within me. My hands reach up and grasp his vest, trying to find purchase, my legs trembling.
He likes doing this, messing with me till I am a tangle of needs and desires. And then he walks away like everything isfine, leaving me all hot and bothered. But this is the first time Ethan has touched me in the office like this.
I pull away from him, my voice raspy. “Don’t even think about it. We’re in the office.”
“The door is closed.” His mouth presses against my jaw, peppering hot wet kisses along the side of my neck. “Nobody’s going to come in here. Besides, it’s lunch time.”
“And—” My fingers dig into his collar as I stumble past the door frame, into my office, “And I have to go out for lunch.”
“Do you?” he laughs breathlessly.
My hip hits the edge of my desk, and I hear the door to my office close with a loud snick.
“Y-Yes, I do.”
His fingers are underneath my blouse, tracing patterns over my skin with a feather-light touch that’s driving me insane.
“E-Ethan—I swear?—”
His other hand is creeping down, sliding inside my skirt. My eyes widen, and I grab his wrist. “Don’t even think about it.”
He gives me the most innocent look he can muster. “I wasn’t going to do anything.”
I glare at him, trying to gather my still functioning brain cells. “You are such a jerk. You know what you were doing.”
I push him back, and he lets me, stumbling onto my two-seater, a grin playing on his lips.
“You were going to get me all riled up like you have been for the past two weeks, and then just saunter out of here.”
“I don’t saunter.”
“You’re a jerk.”
“I resent that.” He’s still smirking. “I just missed you.”
I roll my eyes at him, fixing my shirt. “No, you didn’t. You just like messing with me. But this is the first time you’ve done so at work. I told you to behave yourself. How can you be so irresponsible? If anybody walks in and sees us, it will take one minute for the news to spread like wildfire through the office.Do you know how hard I’m trying to make sure to keep things professional—Are you listening to me, Ethan?”
