That smile that lit up her face.Fuck me, she was beautiful.When she finally quieted, she said, “Tell me about some of the things you guys do around here. It’s been so long since I’ve lived on the East Coast, I forget.” She took a sip of her wine and set the glass on the table.“The guys and I are into outdoorsy things. In the winter, we go skiing almost every weekend—Maine, Vermont, anywhere we can get to fast, and then we add in a few trips to Colorado, Utah, and Montana. The summer we spend mountain biking. Hiking. Wakeboarding. Camping. Finding a beach and parking my ass in front of the ocean.”Her brows pushed together. “You camp?”“Sure.” I tilted my head. “That surprises you?”Her hand returned to my arm, this time my bicep. “Honestly . . . yes.”“Why?”“You have to promise me you won’t take this the wrong way, okay?”“For the record, nothing good ever leads to a conversation that starts that way.” I winked. “Go on.”Her teeth scraped across her lip. “I just assumed you were m
“No.” I crossed my legs. “I think you’re the type of woman who would be down for trying anything once, especially if it involves a challenge, like camping. I don’t see you being competitive with other people. Rather, I see you as someone who competes with herself.”She turned her head, looking at me now from the corner of her eye. “Interesting.”“You’re a leader when it comes to your professional life, Drake, but in your personal time you’re more of a go-with-the-flow type. Someone who would prefer showing up than making the plans . . . as long as it involves a bathroom and running water.”Her laugh was even lighter this time. “It’s fascinating to hear your take on me when you’ve only known me for two weeks.”I held the glass near my lips, staring at her, taking her in. “I don’t know why, but it feels like I’ve known you for much longer than that.”CHAPTER EIGHTEENDrakeSince the bar was too loud to have this conversation, I carried my phone outside, holding it to my ear while I wait
The unimportant things, like what will happen after or your rule about workplace dating or if he’s ready for monogamy, will all get figured out. Don’t stress about them.”I pushed my hair away from my face. “You do realize those are huge items, right? Things I can’t really see past?”“Shhh. Go enjoy your time with the hottie. We’ll talk tomorrow, when you bring over a pint of ice cream because I’m pretty sure I’m going to inhale my last pint while I take a bath.”“Love you, Saara.”“Love you more.”I slipped my phone into my purse and walked back into the bar, catching a glimpse of our table and how everyone was congregated around it. Drinks were in their hands. Conversation flowed from their lips. My focus shifted to Easton, the way he was laughing at something the head of finance said, his hand combing the scruff on both sides of his mouth.That man.He made even the smallest gesture look so incredibly sexy.And once again, my body was failing me.Tingling.Bursting.Aching.Before
That wasn’t the point.The point was, she wasn’t leaving unless my eyes were on her.And that just so happened to score us more time together.“I think you’ll see a few of the team members trickle in a little late tomorrow,” I said as we made our way to the end of the block. “Don’t feel like you have to rush in. We’re not sticklers when it comes to arrival and departure times. Work from home, at the office—wherever, as long as the work gets done.”“I’m an early bird. I’ll be up anyway.”“Oh yeah?”She attempted to slide up the neck of her sweater, covering her bare shoulder for just a moment before it fell back down again. “I used to go into Faceframe around five.”“Shit, that is early.”“I’m nuts, right?” She laughed, and damn it, I loved that sound. “But yes, I liked to get there before my team, so I could actually get work done.”“That’s admirable.”“And certifiably loco, I know.” She glanced at me as we reached the stop sign and smiled. “Why do I feel like you live around here too
I didn’t stop kissing her, even when I set her down. We stayed locked, breathless, our lips tangled, our tongues exploring, my arms above her head, caging her in. “Drake . . .”It wasn’t a question.It was a reaction.A feeling I had to release before my palms traveled down her sides, taking in those incredible curves, the arches of her body that I wanted to ravage. My cock craved to be inside her as I rounded her rib cage and lowered to her navel, each section as seductive and enticing as the one before.And with each spot I discovered, I kissed her harder.Deeper.I gave her more of my tongue.What that eventually earned me was her touch, first on my stomach, where those small, delicate fingers slid across my abs. She took her time, getting well acquainted before she rose to my arms and shoulders, gradually cupping my face.That was where she halted.Where her hands began to study me as though my scruff were whispering every one of my secrets to her.I closed my arms around her, our
Me: I can’t stop thinking about that kiss . . .CHAPTER TWENTYDrakeThe elevator wouldn’t move any faster. I slammed my finger against the button to my floor repeatedly, as though each hit would force the speed to double.But it didn’t.As the lift rose, the pace was more like a crawl, and I wished, just in this moment, that I’d leased an apartment on a lower level—anything that would get me home quicker.Because . . .That taste.That feel.That . . . mouth.My other hand brushed my lips, back and forth, as though I were memorizing the texture of my skin. But instead, with each wipe, memories were exploding in my head.I’d studied two weeks’ worth of data—expressions, gestures, scents—and the results were so apparent after tonight, especially once he’d pointed toward his building and I’d caught a glimpse of his tattoo.The one on the inside of his bicep.The one that confirmed every other sign I’d witnessed.And felt.I no longer had to test.To analyze.I knew.And I’d been staring
My chest tightened. My hand shook as I gripped the phone against my face. “What the hell do I say? ‘Oh, hiiii, I’m SaarasLove, and this is just a giant coincidence. How’s life been for the past five years and change? Yes, I’m the one you banged in the stairwell while we were both masked. And now I’m back in your life as a director at your company—oh, you want me to do your international launch even though I know you have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in my life? Awesome, let’s get that done.’ Suuure.”She laughed. “I love you so much.”“I’m freaking out, Saara.”“We’ll get this sorted out. I promise. But, first, you have to tell Easton who you are. He obviously hasn’t figured it out or he would have said something to you. Therefore, you need to be the one.”“Of course he hasn’t figured it out. He’s a boy, they don’t pick up on detail like we do, and you insisted on setting up my profile and giving me SaarasLove, which at the time was kinda cute, but now I’m realizing it was a horrib
That alone made me want to change the way Hooked collected data for trial memberships. I didn’t give a fuck if they canceled before the thirty days were over. I wanted to know who they were.I wanted to know her name.I wanted just a tiny bit of information that would give me a clue as to who this woman was and why things had gone so wrong.But Love owned only part of my thoughts.The other half, the more dominant side, was Drake.Not a single thing in my office—not my email, my ringing office line, not even the knock on my door—could pull me out of the trance I was in as I replayed last night’s kiss.Watching it over and fucking over in my head.Knowing she was only down the hall, in her office, was driving me mad.I wanted to see her.I wanted to be around her.I wanted to smell her in the goddamn air.I didn’t know why, when I’d climbed into bed long after my shower, I ached so goddamn hard for a woman I barely knew. But inside, somewhere deep, it felt like we’d spent years togethe