and Blaire answers several rings later.
“In my office, now,” I growl into the phone.
“I’m busy,” she snaps.
“I’m not going to repeat myself,” I say and bang the phone down.
This is getting out of hand. All of a sudden, we have reverted to being at each other’s throats.
I stand up and pace around my office with my hands clasped behind my back. Blaire storms in a few minutes later.
She’s wearing a striking black and white striped jumpsuit. Sleeveless, with a wide leather belt at her waist. She stands with her hands hooked on her hips. I can’t take my eyes off her, but I’m sure nobody can. This is a woman who commands attention wherever she goes.
“Why have you summoned me from my important work today, Mr. Davenport?” she hisses.
“You know exactly why you’re here.”
“Are you going to apologize for the way you acted with my friend?”
“Don’t give me that friend bullshit. I know you’re not friends. He wants to get in your bed, and I can’t believe you’re going to let him.”
My words are thick and sharp. I can barely get them out of my mouth. I can barely even look at her.
I just want her to break into a laugh and tell me this is all a joke. Some twisted prank.
“Who I do or don’t sleep with is none of your concern. You should make your peace with it, just like I’ve made my peace with the same regarding you.”
“I am not sleeping with anybody else, Blaire. I am not interested in anybody else.”
She shrugs. “Like I said, it’s none of my concern.”
“Are you going to tell me what’s really going on?”
“I am telling you just that. Haven’t I made myself clear enough?”
“What’s changed between yesterday morning and last night? What happened?”
She looks into my eyes. She flinches, but only for a second, and I know something happened. She saw something or thought of something. Maybe someone said something to her. Maybe it’s Stephen. Has she picked him? Is she going to be with him now?
“I guess you could say I’ve just come to my senses, Trevor,” she replies in a quieter voice.
No. I won’t accept that. I’m not going to let her trample all over me. No woman gets to do that to me.
Blaire is walking away from me and I lunge at her, dragging her back and whipping her around to face me.
She gasps but doesn’t pull away. I know she can feel exactly what I feel too. The heat between us is undeniable. Is she really going to pick that guy over me?
My hot breath falls on her face as we cling to each other.
“What are you doing, Blaire? Talk to me,” I say in a deep hum. Her eyes brighten up as she searches my face. What is she searching for?
Doesn’t she see I’ve fallen for her? I’ve actually fallen for someone. I thought she felt the same way. I wanted us to take this further. I wanted to tell Anya, and now she’s shaking her head.
“I have nothing to say to you, Trevor,” she says, but her fingers are digging into the muscles of my back.
I draw my face even closer to her, breathe in the scent of her. She always smells faintly of lavender.
“Okay, then we don’t have to talk,” I say.
She is the one who kisses me first. Her mouth seeks out mine while her eyes are closed. Shut tight, like she won’t dare look at me or she’ll burn.
I kiss her back, hard and strong, sucking and licking every inch of her mouth, and she does the same to me. There’s a renewed hunger in this kiss. I’m worried this could be our last, but I’m hoping she’ll change her mind.
She has to!
Has she ever felt like this with anyone else? It’s impossible.
We fit together. We’re meant to be together. Blaire is an intelligent woman. I don’t have to explain this to her, right?
But she pulls away from me. She is out of breath from the kiss.
I reach for her, but this time, she steps backward, away from me. I’m not going to force her if she doesn’t want to stay. I can’t.
“What is going on, Blaire?” I growl. My frustration is rising, just like the color on her cheeks.
“I’m going to walk out of this office now and we are going to behave like professional adults from here on out.”
“Professional adults?” The words sound meaningless to me. I’m shaking my head, my eyes are squinted in confusion.
“Please don’t drag this