My intercom buzzed. “Matthew, you have a visitor.”
I ran my hand down my face. If I ignored it, my administrative assistant would send whoever it was away. I just needed a second alone to think. Nigel hadn’t stopped talking about faxmachines last night. I literally went to bed and he sat at the bottom talking about the miracles of communication via fax.
The intercom buzzed again. “It’s urgent. No, wait!”
I looked up as the door flew open.
For a fleeting second, I figured it was Poppy here to off me. I put my hands out in front of me like that would stop the bullet from entering my skull.
But it did not prevent me from being hit on the side of the face with a magazine.What the…I shielded myself again, but lowered my hands when I noticed who it was. Although I didn’t love the look of fury on her face. “Kennedy?”
She whacked the magazine against my chest. “Are you fucking serious?” She hit me with it again. “Puta mierda!”
I grabbed the magazine before she could hit me again. James had gotten rid of all the tabloid articles about me. But this one wasn’t about me really. It was an article about Poppy, with direct quotes from her about our supposed engagement. What the fuck was she talking to the press for?Damn it.I thought I had this under control. But one of those paparazzi scumbags must had gone straight to Poppy.
“You’re a dick, you know that?” Kennedy said.
“It’s not true.”
“Yes you are!”
“I meant the article isn’t true. Do you see a picture of a ring on her finger?” I tried to skip to page 6 for the rest of the ridiculousness, but Kennedy snatched it out of my hand.
“I knew the proposal was coming,” Kennedy quoted. “The two of us were always destined to be together.” She glared at me.
“I didn’t propose…”
“Matthew has always been close to our family,” she continued. “I’m not sure either of us knew what true love was until we met.” She hit me with the tabloid again.
“Would you stop it!”
“I feel like such an idiot. No, you’re the idiot. I can’t believe you. You proposed to her while we were dating?” There were tears in her eyes now.
And I knew I wasn’t explaining any of this right. “Kennedy…”
She tried to slap me, but I caught her hand.
“I didn’t propose to Poppy. It’s just a dumb tabloid. Iadoreyou, Kennedy. I love you.”
“No you don’t.”
She tried to step away from me, but I caged her against my desk.
“What the hell do you want from me, Kennedy? You won’t return any of my calls or texts. But you storm in here upset about thisfake news about Poppy? And you freak out when I tell you I love you? Do you want me to be miserable?”
“No…”
“Just tell me what you want.”
“I don’t know!”
She might not know. Her heart might be confused. But mine wasn’t. I wiped her tears away with my thumbs and I kissed her.
And she melted into me. I could taste her salty tears on my lips. And I felt the desire there. The same desire I had. I swear if it wasn’t the middle of the morning I’d take her right here on my desk.
My fingers tangled into her hair as she moaned into my mouth.
I knew she felt this. I knew she wanted me. So why the hell did she keep pushing me away? I moved my hand to the back of her head, holding her to me.Stop pushing me away.
