out quickly, eager to find a private place to talk. He stops outside and says, “Where can we go for privacy? Somewhere nearby.”
His face has that trying-to-think-hard expression on it, and I can’t stop myself from laughing. It doesn’t seem like him. He’s usually so dour. But not now, not with me, and I like it. He doesn’t interact with others without the shield he puts in front of him.
“I know I’m going to regret this. Would you like to come to my place for lunch? ”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He offers me his arm, and we walk swiftly back toward my place. He doesn’t ask where, he just leads us there. When we arrive, he remarks, “I’m surprised you’re inviting me to come up.”
I dart him a mocking suspicious glare. “Yes, well, Chase knows I’m with you.”
“The whole city probably knows by now,” he replies dryly.
Ben opens the door for us. “Thank you, Ben. Say hi to Sheila for me.”
“I will, Miss Hyde.”
I turn back to Hunt to ask, “How would the whole city know?”
“It has eyes,” he replies.
We stroll up to the elevators, where two young women are already waiting. When they notice Damian, they start giggling and ogling him unashamedly. I catch their eye, giving them a hint of a smile.
It’s not as if he were mine. What can I do about it? As I ponder this, Hunt casually slopes an arm around my shoulder and glances out the corner of his eye, his lips slightly curved. He was ignoring them, or so I thought. I lean into his side, allowing him to nestle me. I cannot believe he is being affectionate with me. I never imagined feeling this way for someone I barely know.
The elevator arrives, and we allow them to enter first and take our place in front of them. They giggle and whisper quietly in the corner. But they don’t matter, not when the closeness of Hunt’s body is sending waves of arousal running ramped through me, making my legs tremble. He shifts next to me, letting me know he feels it, too.
The girls make a quiet comment about his cute ass, which I must say, I totally agree with. His ass is quite delectable. Hunt must’ve heard them because the next thing I know, he’s firmly planting his strong hand on mine. It startles me, and the giggly girls gasp.
When the door opens for their floor, they rush off swiftly, trying to avoid eye contact. Hunt chortles lightly as the doors shut, and we continue in heated silence.
I glance at him, and he’s watching me intently, boring his piercing eyes into the side of my face. I turn toward him, tilting my head back, lifting my face to his. I want him to kiss me badly .
He gazes down at me with despera te longing and begins to lean in, slowly creeping closer to my waiting, swollen lips. His smoldering eyes burn into mine. All of a sudden, the doors slide open, seemingly snapping him out of his captivated state. He halts and jerks back as apprehension darts across his entrancing face.
Damn it! He snatches up my trembling hand, encasing it in his, and yanks me out, hauling me toward my apartment. Skipping behind him, I become excited, nervous, and ready for whatever awaits.
I snag my key out of my purse, fumbling with them as I take a step toward the door and shakily unlock it. I sense him, his intense eyes on my back, watching, wanting, waiting. I take a deep breath as I open the door and step through into the uncertainty of our future together.
Chapter Four
Possibilities?
W e enter the apartment to a flood of warm, inviting light from the living room window. The view never ceases to amaze me. I glance up at Hunt, noticing his hair has hints of gold, drawn out by the sunlight, almost giving it a caramel hue. I watch him appraisingly scan my home, with a raised speculative eyebrow.
“This isn’t the type of place an assistant can afford. Do you have a roommate?”
“No. The folks purchased this place for me when I moved back from college. I didn’t want it at first, but they insisted. I try to pay
His face has that trying-to-think-hard expression on it, and I can’t stop myself from laughing. It doesn’t seem like him. He’s usually so dour. But not now, not with me, and I like it. He doesn’t interact with others without the shield he puts in front of him.
“I know I’m going to regret this. Would you like to come to my place for lunch? ”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He offers me his arm, and we walk swiftly back toward my place. He doesn’t ask where, he just leads us there. When we arrive, he remarks, “I’m surprised you’re inviting me to come up.”
I dart him a mocking suspicious glare. “Yes, well, Chase knows I’m with you.”
“The whole city probably knows by now,” he replies dryly.
Ben opens the door for us. “Thank you, Ben. Say hi to Sheila for me.”
“I will, Miss Hyde.”
I turn back to Hunt to ask, “How would the whole city know?”
“It has eyes,” he replies.
We stroll up to the elevators, where two young women are already waiting. When they notice Damian, they start giggling and ogling him unashamedly. I catch their eye, giving them a hint of a smile.
It’s not as if he were mine. What can I do about it? As I ponder this, Hunt casually slopes an arm around my shoulder and glances out the corner of his eye, his lips slightly curved. He was ignoring them, or so I thought. I lean into his side, allowing him to nestle me. I cannot believe he is being affectionate with me. I never imagined feeling this way for someone I barely know.
The elevator arrives, and we allow them to enter first and take our place in front of them. They giggle and whisper quietly in the corner. But they don’t matter, not when the closeness of Hunt’s body is sending waves of arousal running ramped through me, making my legs tremble. He shifts next to me, letting me know he feels it, too.
The girls make a quiet comment about his cute ass, which I must say, I totally agree with. His ass is quite delectable. Hunt must’ve heard them because the next thing I know, he’s firmly planting his strong hand on mine. It startles me, and the giggly girls gasp.
When the door opens for their floor, they rush off swiftly, trying to avoid eye contact. Hunt chortles lightly as the doors shut, and we continue in heated silence.
I glance at him, and he’s watching me intently, boring his piercing eyes into the side of my face. I turn toward him, tilting my head back, lifting my face to his. I want him to kiss me badly .
He gazes down at me with despera te longing and begins to lean in, slowly creeping closer to my waiting, swollen lips. His smoldering eyes burn into mine. All of a sudden, the doors slide open, seemingly snapping him out of his captivated state. He halts and jerks back as apprehension darts across his entrancing face.
Damn it! He snatches up my trembling hand, encasing it in his, and yanks me out, hauling me toward my apartment. Skipping behind him, I become excited, nervous, and ready for whatever awaits.
I snag my key out of my purse, fumbling with them as I take a step toward the door and shakily unlock it. I sense him, his intense eyes on my back, watching, wanting, waiting. I take a deep breath as I open the door and step through into the uncertainty of our future together.
Chapter Four
Possibilities?
W e enter the apartment to a flood of warm, inviting light from the living room window. The view never ceases to amaze me. I glance up at Hunt, noticing his hair has hints of gold, drawn out by the sunlight, almost giving it a caramel hue. I watch him appraisingly scan my home, with a raised speculative eyebrow.
“This isn’t the type of place an assistant can afford. Do you have a roommate?”
“No. The folks purchased this place for me when I moved back from college. I didn’t want it at first, but they insisted. I try to pay
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