Boss I Love to Hate An Office Romance - Mia Kayla Page 0,107

pushing out my lip. “Does that mean I get another kiss for being so sweet?” Shit, it was officially over. I’d officially turned into Mason.

“Is that how you think relationships go? Tit for tat? You do this, and then I give you that? Because that’s not how it works.”

I didn’t miss what she was saying. “So, we’re in a relationship now, are we?” I didn’t think I could smile any bigger.

A blush touched her cheeks, and she waved a hand, pretending to be unaffected.

Can I say, Freudian slip? I dare say I can.

“No, I was just explaining how relationships work. It’s not about receiving. It’s about giving … of yourself.”

The blush brightened to an almost red. She was so unbelievably cute. I couldn’t resist, so I bent down and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

“I don’t mind being the one to give.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re horrible.”

“You’re beautiful,” I countered, thinking of all the other things I could give her, particularly in the bedroom. I only hoped it was sooner rather than later with the way things were going.

Chapter 21

Brad

Working with Sonia was harder than I’d imagined. Harder being the key term. I had a hard-on every time she walked in the room. And her voice—what I had thought of before as a plain Jane voice was suddenly so fucking seductive. Everything about her had changed—or more so, how I saw her had changed. Being in love with Sonia had altered my whole outlook. I was becoming pathetic. I couldn’t stand not being around her anymore. When she wasn’t in my office, I’d stand at her desk, rambling about random things.

The need to see her and know every aspect of her day was overwhelming. I wanted to know what she’d had for breakfast, how she’d slept, what her plans were. I asked about her family and if she’d talked to them. I didn’t know what was happening to me.

I would watch her lips when she talked, when she drank her coffee, and I’d fantasize about those lips on my cock. When she was in my office, typing away on her iPad, I’d stare at her breasts, watch them rise and fall, and I’d stop the urge to imagine how they’d feel in my palms and in my mouth.

When she stood and walked away, I’d watch the sway of her hips, admire the curve of her ass, and imagine slipping down that skirt, anchoring her against my desk, and pounding my flesh against hers. Half the time, I was struggling to walk normally through the office.

Minutes seemed like hours till our date. I wanted to take Sonia to a nice restaurant—a twelve-course, three-star Michelin place. One she normally wouldn’t go to. Then, I wanted to have drinks on top of the Clement Hotel. The restaurant that turned slowly, so you could enjoy the view of the Chicago skyline.

I wanted to wine, dine, and impress her. But my way of wooing other girls wouldn’t work on Sonia. She was simple in what made her happy, in the things that mattered—family and friends.

And, as I searched high and low and with the help of my niece Sarah, I finally found the solution that I had been hoping for—a solution to the perfect date.

“Where are we going?” Sonia asked, stepping into my car after work.

“Somewhere. Everywhere.” My nerves were shot.

I couldn’t concentrate at work, and I’d kept checking to make sure that I had my reservations confirmed. I felt like a teenage boy on his first date when I’d been on a shit-ton of dates since then.

“Do you think I’m underdressed?” Sonia flattened her cream satin shirt, and I swallowed.

I knew what was underneath that shirt. I’d seen her practically naked the night of the wedding and every night since I’d fantasized about that shirt, unbuttoned and on my bedroom floor.

“You’re overdressed.”

She was. Part of my date included getting her an outfit for this occasion—not a clubbing outfit, but something that would add to the ambience.

“Overdressed?” She looked over her clothes, frowning, her hand skimming down her skirt. “Crap, I thought I was playing it safe with a semi-casual look.”

“You’ll be fine.” I reached for her hand and intertwined our fingers, needing the warmth of her touch.

During the workday, it had taken every ounce of energy not to reach her, touch her, kiss her. And, fuck, did I want to kiss her. Long and hard until she was breathless, panting, flushed.

“I’m nervous.” She fumbled with her hair and pushed up her glasses, fidgeting