you don’t have to do it alone forever. Now that I have a stake in your company, we are technically in this together,” I add. I want to wrap her in my arms and pull her to my chest. Is it crazy that I want to kiss her right now?
Blaire’s lips part as she stares back at me. At this moment, I’m pretty sure I know she’s thinking the same things I am. We want each other, right? I’m not just imagining it. There are heat signals radiating between us.
I reach for her hips with both hands, and she doesn’t make a move. Instead, she lets her arms fall down to her sides. She’s arched towards me, her hips are in my hands, and I pull her in an inch closer.
I know we’re crossing a line.
“So, do you trust me?” I ask in a low groaning voice. She follows the movement of my mouth with her big blue eyes. Those glossy lips! I want my tongue to part her mouth and then slide in.
Slowly, she nods her head. What is she agreeing to? Does she know I want to kiss her? I lean towards her, and there’s a knock on the door.
I hear a gasp from Blaire as she jumps back. The door opens, and Erica looks in.
“Mr. Davenport, your meeting with Sky J Associates will start in ten minutes. A few of them are in the board room already.”
Erica speaks in a casual voice, but I see her gaze flitting between Blaire and me. She must have seen Blaire jumping away. She can definitely sense the awkwardness in the room now.
“I don’t want to hold you up,” Blaire says quickly, and she rushes to the door, keeping her head down and her eyes turned away from me.
I know I can’t ask her to wait. There is nothing to say. What was about to happen would be disastrous.
Blaire leaves past Erica while she remains at the door.
I don’t know what Erica is still doing here.
“I’ll be there on time!” I growl in rage, and she returns my glare before shutting the door behind her.
I like to stay in control, but I’m beginning to feel like I have none.
12
Blaire
I’m so grateful to Erica for walking into Trevor’s office when she did. A few more moments and we would have taken it too far. Has it already gone too far?
I’ve spent all day worrying and stressing over my reaction to him. I should have pushed him away. I shouldn’t have dropped my guard like that. Hasn’t Stephen taught me anything?
I’m feeling anxious about even going home. What if I bump into him in the elevator? What if he touches me again? I will most definitely explode if he does. I can’t forget the moistness in my panties when he held my hips, drawing me in closer and closer.
The elevator door pings open, and I hear Anya’s voice the moment I step out.
She’s just about to step into their apartment with Rachel, and she’s wearing her ballet gear. They look over at me, and Anya comes rushing over. I feel guilty as I pull her into my arms, and she gives me a hug.
This is so innocent, so sweet. I really like this little girl…but my feelings for her father are very different.
“What are you going to do now?” Anya asks me.
“Umm…maybe cook dinner.”
“Can I help?”
“Anya, honey, I’m making you your dinner at home,” Rachel interjects, and I wave a hand.
“It’s fine; why don’t we all eat together? I’m sure your daddy won’t mind,” I say and lead them into my apartment.
What makes me think I can predict how Trevor will react? Rachel and Anya make themselves comfortable around my kitchen while I take off my shoes and coat.
Anya tells me about her ballet lessons and Rachel adds to it. While I’m trying to pay attention and be an active participant in the conversation, I can’t stop my mind from drifting to thought about Trevor.
I task Anya with the responsibility of washing all the vegetables while Rachel cuts them up. I make a rub for the chicken I’m going to grill and then start rubbing them in. The kitchen fills with the warm scent of a good homey dinner. Even though I can feel butterflies in my stomach, it’s turning out to be a nice evening. I like having Anya and Rachel around.
“There’s ice cream for dessert,” I say as the food starts cooking in the oven.