Gorgeous: Book One (Gorgeous #1) - Lisa Shelby Page 0,57

but do I wish things were different?

Not if it means he and I had never happened.

I may be naive and have hearts circling my head, but he seems worth it.

We seem worth it.

I'm early and the office is still dark and quiet. My first instinct is to rush to his office to see him, but I digress. I go about my morning, turning on the lights, booting up my computer and going through the mail that was waiting for me. I start the coffee in the breakroom and check my voicemails. Now, I've done everything I can to stall, and it's time to bite the bullet and face him.

Why am I so nervous?

Maybe I'm afraid that in the light of day and back in the real world, he will have changed his mind and realized I was right from the start, and he shouldn't be involved with his employee. His personal assistant, no less. If that's the case, I will deal with it and walk away having had a beautiful few days with a beautiful man.

I knock on his door with his mail in hand and walk in a heartbeat later like I have since my first day. Just like Evelyn trained me to do. I gasp when I open the door to a dark room that looks like it hasn't been touched in days. My mind starts racing with worry.

Where is he?

Is he okay?

Did he change his mind and didn't want to face me?

This is so unlike him. He hasn't even left a message saying he was going to be late or to reschedule his morning meetings. I can feel myself starting to panic, but I push through and place his mail on his desk and open the blinds to let in the morning light.

"Gorgeous," says a deep voice from somewhere I can't see.

I gasp again and spin around in the direction of the husky morning voice I have already become accustom to and missed terribly this morning. I can see the door to his office bedroom is open but it's dark, and I can't see him.

"Ronan?"

"What time is it?"

"It's almost eight," I say, flipping on the light to his plush little cave hidden in the recesses of his office.

"Shit, I overslept,” he says, stretching. “Sure, is nice to wake up seeing you first thing."

"What are you doing here? I thought you went home?"

He yawns and then sits up in bed and pats the space next to him.

"No way," I protest from the doorway. I don't dare set another foot closer.

"What, you afraid you and I can’t sit on a bed together and not take advantage of each other?"

"Well, I would be fine with that scenario, but I'm not sure you have the self-control."

"Is that so?" He quirks an eyebrow up in that cocky way he does. "Interesting...I do recall the first time we made love, it was you dragging me into the bedroom and practically begging me to take you to bed. I'm pretty sure that's the way it went down."

He's right, I did instigate our first time together, but I would never admit that in the light of day. I ignore him and ask my question again, not sure I want to hear the answer.

"Ronan, why did you sleep here last night?"

He rubs his hands over his face and through his hair. "I went home and had planned on staying there, but my place felt big and empty. All I could think about was you, and it took everything I had not to bust down your door at the St. Francis, so I came to work. It's easier to focus when I'm actually here. Once I got here I was able to get a lot done. I stayed up half the night, but I'm all caught up." He beams at me like a proud little boy, looking for a reward for his good work.

He sees me smirking and throws the covers off his naked, Greek-god-status-worthy body and stalks toward my safe place here in the doorway.

Naked and fully erect.

"Satisfied? I'm already addicted to you and no, this is not morning wood. This is what the sight of you does to me. Every. Time. I. See. You."

He kisses my forehead and turns toward the bathroom, leaving me with a beautiful view of his backside. He looks over his shoulder and catches me.

"Checking out your boss's ass seems extremely inappropriate, Miss Adams. You better get back to work, or do I need to contact HR?" He closes the door