“Are you serious? You don’t have the faintest idea what you’ve done? You come to my apartment all sweet and congratulatory with champagne…”
“Okay, fine, I apologize,” I say in a deep guttural growl. I know I don’t have to apologize. She practically threw herself at me at the same time that I pounced on her, but fine, I’ll take the blame this time. I have no interest in fighting with her over this. Not tonight.
“You think I’m here because I’m looking for an apology?” she hisses and steps towards me. Her chest is heaving with emotion.
“I don’t think I have met a more confusing person in my life, and I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
“You need to finish what you started, Trevor. You kissed me in my apartment just now. I kissed you back. Are you really that bad at reading signals that you don’t know what you should do next?” Her eyes are narrowed, her hands are clenched in fists like she’s ready for battle. Not exactly the scene I picture for myself right before I pull a woman into my arms.
Even though I want to laugh, I don’t because of the raging expression on her face. She looks furious, just the way I adore looking at her.
The facts haven’t changed. This is still a terrible idea, but it’s out of our hands now. She’s right; neither of us is a quitter, and we’re going to finish what we started.
16
Blaire
Trevor lifts me up in his strong arms and I give in like I’m floating on clouds. We are kissing again, but it’s not like any of our other kisses. This time, it’s slow. Passionate. Deep. Trevor’s tongue is inside my mouth, tasting and exploring while I dig my nails into his back.
I don’t know where we’re going. This is his apartment. He knows what to do.
I have my legs wrapped around him. My long skirt has ridden up my thighs. I can feel the throbbing erection in his pants, pressing into the dampness of my panties. I move my hips while I cling to him, just to feel him against me. Feel the power and strength of his cock.
He plonks me down, and I realize I’m on a bed. He pulls his mouth away, and I look around. Oh, I’m in his bedroom.
I have just moments to take in the muted color scheme. Very masculine. Navy, gray, black. Also very bachelor.
Trevor reaches for me again, framing my face with both his hands before he presses his lips to my hot skin. He leaves a wet trail with his tongue, tasting the length of the side of my face. My neck. He is also tipping me back.
I have no choice but to fall backward in bed. His mouth is on my cleavage, and then he bunches up the fabric of my dress and tugs. My top is short. It’s silky and easy to maneuver. He pulls it up, revealing my white bra. I know he can see the firmness of my nipples through the fabric. I arch my hips up. I want him. I want him to know how much I want him.
He grabs my waist, and with a smile on his face, he pulls down my skirt and swishes it to the floor.
That’s when I remember! I haven’t mentioned it to him yet.
“Erica!” I shout her name.
“What the fuck…?” he mumbles, straightening up.
I sit up in bed. My whole body is burning up right now but I need to tell him.
“Your assistant, Erica, she knows about us. Umm, what happened that day in my office.”
“Blaire, what are you talking about.” Trevor’s eyes are dark, but they also look clouded. He is in a fog of sexual desire, which I am now interrupting.
“She came into my office just after you left that day. I hadn’t remembered to pick up my panties off the floor.” I don’t know why I’m blushing so hard. I’m acting like a damned teenager!
Trevor sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
“It’s fine, forget about it. Erica is a loyal and dedicated employee. She won’t spread rumors about me. Us. I’ll talk to her directly if it comes to that,” he says in that firm and reassuring voice of his. “Now, where were we?”
He leans towards me, and I can’t control the childish giggles that erupt in me. He is about to grab my face and kiss me again, but I dive down and slide off the bed.