Boss I Love to Hate An Office Romance - Mia Kayla Page 0,110

I like the glasses on you.” I adjusted them on his face.

His smile was BILF beautiful, and my heart staccato-stuttered.

“I think I’m going to permanently keep these glasses now.”

And I think I want to permanently keep you.

The words rang loudly in my head.

There was no denying how I felt now. It was in the rapid patter of my pulse every time he was around. It was the way my eyes searched the room to look for his. It was the way my body craved his touch and the way my soul needed him to be fulfilled.

All hell had frozen over because my BILK had officially turned into my BILF.

Sonia

Silence overtook the car.

He stared into the parking lot as people started to file out. We’d been sitting in the car for two minutes. You could feel the tension in the air, taste it even. I counted every breath that left my body and every second that passed by. The passion-filled moment from earlier had disappeared without a trace and was replaced with a brewing tension, a sexual one that had us both quiet but thinking the same thing.

Brad turned to me, eyes conflicted. “Are you tired?” His voice was so soft, I wondered if he’d even said it.

I swallowed and wrung my hands in my lap, clenching my teeth and throwing him an awkward smile. “Not really.”

Given tonight’s date and how badly I wanted him, the deed would undoubtedly get done, but my nerves were shot. I crossed my arms over my chest and then uncrossed them, repeating the motion as though I didn’t know what to do next.

The engine roared to life, making me jump, and I was glad that there was noise to break the silence.

“You’ve got some power on this thing.” I straightened my skirt, pulling at the back, which lay mid-thigh.

“Power just like its owner.” His stare flickered to my mouth, and his tongue darted to lick his bottom lip.

The tension from deep in my gut tightened like a rope being knotted over and over again. It had been forever since I’d had sex. Almost a year. I was practically a virgin again.

“Is your condo by work?” My nipples pebbled against my shirt and I swallowed, wondering how I could give a hint without being too forward.

“Downtown. Ten minutes from the office.” His eyes flickered between me and the road ahead of him. His hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He tilted his head from side to side as if to release some tension from his neck.

“In a high-rise?” I’d bet he owned the penthouse suite.

“No. House. I own a three-story flat. I live on the top floor.”

“You have a house in downtown Chicago?” The money this man had access to was Christian Grey–worthy.

“We own the building I live in. It’s right by Michigan Avenue.” His voice was guttural and low. “Do you want to see it?” He visibly swallowed, but his face didn’t give anything away.

I sucked in my bottom lip, blinking rapidly. “Okay.”

He was my boss. Was I really going to do this?

Staring at his profile, I knew I was. Not only because I was horny, but also because I liked him—Brad, the guy who had planned the Harry Potter date, the man who had lied to all my friends to be my date for the wedding, the man who radiated strength and kindness and drew me in like a magnet.

“Okay?” He didn’t sound convinced. “If you’re tired, I can … I can take you home.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s early anyway.”

A noticeable tension filled the silence and spread through the tight space. It was like we both knew what we wanted, but neither was willing to say it out loud. I tried to dim the dizzying current racing through me but couldn’t.

He linked our fingers and kissed my inner wrist, right by the pulse, and the intimate gesture sent shock waves of desire straight down my thighs. His touch lit me up like a live wire.

I’d never been the aggressive type in my prior relationships because, like all men, they’d taken the lead, but I knew Brad was playing it safe, taking it slow with me, and I was done with slow.

I rested our hands on my upper bare thigh, and the air was sucked from the car. The electricity between us was undeniable and thick in the air.

The pulse on his neck ticked, ticked, ticked away. He eyed me when we were stopped at a red light. He rubbed circles on my