a while, and as I sit here giggling my skirt off, Grant stares daggers through me in the nicest way possible. My laughter quickly fades though, as he untucks his tail and starts to unbutton himself.
Oh.
Oh my.
“Um, what are you doing?” I ask.
“I can’t very well walk around the office with this on me all day, can I?”
Now fully unbuttoned, his dress shirt hangs open to reveal a chiseled set of absI wasn’t expecting to see. A thin line of hair trails down from his navel, disappearing into his pants, and when he removes the shirt completely, I notice the pronounced V-cut of his lower abs, and then my eyes trail up his hard body, landing mesmerized on the tanned pectoral muscles of his smooth chest.
I uncross and recross my legs. Christ, it feels like there’s a fire in my crotch that no amount of friction can satiate.
“Like what you see?” he purrs.
It takes me a moment to register Grant said anything at all, but when I do, I shake off my fascination with his body and meet his sultry gaze. “Very much,” I smile, echoing his words from this morning.
He goes over to the wardrobe and pulls out a fresh shirt, and I’m disappointed when the silky material hides my view of his muscular back and shoulders.
God damn, what a physique. I could have fun with that, for sure.
After buttoning up and tucking in, he returns to the desk, sitting down with his half-eaten hamburger forgotten about for the time being. He laces his fingers together with purpose and says, “Now, where were we? Oh, right. I’m sorry I was rude to you, Raven. I was hungry and that whole thing with Alan pushed me over the edge. I had no right to take it out on you. You’ve been doing a stellar job this morning so far.”
I lift my chin, beaming proudly at him. “Thanks,” I chirp. “That means a lot. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle it, but so far, so good. Aside from jerk face showing up, this day’s been a whirlwind, but in the best way possible.”
“Yes, well, Alan won’t be showing up again like that, trust me.”
“By the way, thanks for sticking up for me like that.”
“Did you expect anything less?”
“I don’t know what I expected, to be honest with you.”
He smirks, and leans forward to take another bite of his Big Mac. “You know, if we’re being honest then I have to admit I didn’t expect that, either. When I saw him standing there I just…saw red.”
I blush slightly, turning my head in the hopes that he doesn’t notice. “Aww,” I mask, “you feel protective of me.”
“I do,” he agrees.
“Why? I mean, we barely know one another.”
“I know enough.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he nods.
“What do you know when you look at me?”
I brace myself for an inappropriate sexual comment, but that doesn’t happen. Instead, Grant surprises me.
“I know you’re confused about your life. You have no idea what you want or where you’re going, but you’re okay with that for the moment. I know you like to pretend you’re carefree and full of life, and maybe a part of you is, but that other part is terrified someone might come along and see the real you. The you who’s afraid and insecure living far away from your security blanket across the pond, in a city that could eat you alive at any second, but at the same time is determined to prove everyone wrong. I know when I look at you, Raven, I see a woman who has depth to her, and isn’t the materialistic, shallow sort I’m used to dealing with. You’re a complicated woman. That’s what I know.”
Silence cloaks us both when he finishes speaking. I can’t even hear myself breathing, because I’m not. As much as I hate to admit it, Grant just sucked the air out of my lungs by reading me like an open book, and like his display of masculinity earlier with Alan, it’s sort of terrifying. Yet at the same time I’m amazed because no man before him has ever been able to do that. No one’s ever been able to just look at me and tell me
Oh.
Oh my.
“Um, what are you doing?” I ask.
“I can’t very well walk around the office with this on me all day, can I?”
Now fully unbuttoned, his dress shirt hangs open to reveal a chiseled set of absI wasn’t expecting to see. A thin line of hair trails down from his navel, disappearing into his pants, and when he removes the shirt completely, I notice the pronounced V-cut of his lower abs, and then my eyes trail up his hard body, landing mesmerized on the tanned pectoral muscles of his smooth chest.
I uncross and recross my legs. Christ, it feels like there’s a fire in my crotch that no amount of friction can satiate.
“Like what you see?” he purrs.
It takes me a moment to register Grant said anything at all, but when I do, I shake off my fascination with his body and meet his sultry gaze. “Very much,” I smile, echoing his words from this morning.
He goes over to the wardrobe and pulls out a fresh shirt, and I’m disappointed when the silky material hides my view of his muscular back and shoulders.
God damn, what a physique. I could have fun with that, for sure.
After buttoning up and tucking in, he returns to the desk, sitting down with his half-eaten hamburger forgotten about for the time being. He laces his fingers together with purpose and says, “Now, where were we? Oh, right. I’m sorry I was rude to you, Raven. I was hungry and that whole thing with Alan pushed me over the edge. I had no right to take it out on you. You’ve been doing a stellar job this morning so far.”
I lift my chin, beaming proudly at him. “Thanks,” I chirp. “That means a lot. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle it, but so far, so good. Aside from jerk face showing up, this day’s been a whirlwind, but in the best way possible.”
“Yes, well, Alan won’t be showing up again like that, trust me.”
“By the way, thanks for sticking up for me like that.”
“Did you expect anything less?”
“I don’t know what I expected, to be honest with you.”
He smirks, and leans forward to take another bite of his Big Mac. “You know, if we’re being honest then I have to admit I didn’t expect that, either. When I saw him standing there I just…saw red.”
I blush slightly, turning my head in the hopes that he doesn’t notice. “Aww,” I mask, “you feel protective of me.”
“I do,” he agrees.
“Why? I mean, we barely know one another.”
“I know enough.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he nods.
“What do you know when you look at me?”
I brace myself for an inappropriate sexual comment, but that doesn’t happen. Instead, Grant surprises me.
“I know you’re confused about your life. You have no idea what you want or where you’re going, but you’re okay with that for the moment. I know you like to pretend you’re carefree and full of life, and maybe a part of you is, but that other part is terrified someone might come along and see the real you. The you who’s afraid and insecure living far away from your security blanket across the pond, in a city that could eat you alive at any second, but at the same time is determined to prove everyone wrong. I know when I look at you, Raven, I see a woman who has depth to her, and isn’t the materialistic, shallow sort I’m used to dealing with. You’re a complicated woman. That’s what I know.”
Silence cloaks us both when he finishes speaking. I can’t even hear myself breathing, because I’m not. As much as I hate to admit it, Grant just sucked the air out of my lungs by reading me like an open book, and like his display of masculinity earlier with Alan, it’s sort of terrifying. Yet at the same time I’m amazed because no man before him has ever been able to do that. No one’s ever been able to just look at me and tell me
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