Brandon (Anderson Billionaires #3) - Melody Anne Page 0,40
forget all about the reasons it was a bad idea, and just get lost in him over and over again.
“I think we can. I think you want to.”
Chloe did want to. She wanted him. But this wasn’t the time or the place for it.
There was a knock on the door, and Chloe let out a sigh of frustration and relief.
“This is one of our busiest weeks of the year for me. I can’t hide out in here,” she told him with reluctance.
“When do you get off?” he asked before leaning in and taking her bottom lip in his mouth, gently biting down, sending flames through her before releasing her mouth.
“I’m closing today at . . . uh . . . at two,” she managed to stutter. “I have to change out the tables for a big party tomorrow. Someone rented the entire place.”
“Good, I’ll be back then to get some coffee and a pastry and to help you clean,” he said.
Chloe was about to argue, but he didn’t give her the chance. He kissed her hard one more time, and then he was opening the door, where two employees stood wide eyed as they gazed at the beast of a man.
Brandon wished them a merry Christmas, then slipped quietly away, and Chloe had no choice but to focus on her work. Even the look she received from Brooke as her best friend tapped her foot outside the door wasn’t enough to shake her from her romance-induced semicoma.
Merry Christmas, she thought with a dreamy smile. She was in trouble . . . in big, big, big trouble.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Brandon was back at Chloe’s restaurant at 1:40 p.m. He wasn’t taking a chance of her closing earlier and slipping out the door. Never had he chased a woman like he’d been chasing Chloe, but right now he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
Every moment he was with her, he just wanted more. Every minute he was without her, he was in a hurry to get back. They needed to work on their project together, but that was the last thing on his mind at the moment. For now, all he could think about was this woman and how much he wanted to be with her.
He slipped past the hostess with a wink, not unaware of the blush that brightened her cheeks. A woman’s reaction to him had been something he’d never noticed before until it had been pointed out to him. He hadn’t wanted to play with women; he’d just always enjoyed flirting. He’d loved multiple women, just hadn’t wanted to be with one for any amount of time. Now, he was more cautious on how he spoke to them. They deserved his respect, as they weren’t toys there for his amusement.
Also, the older he got, the more he realized time was a precious commodity. He didn’t want to wake up one day and have regrets. He was beginning to think that meant he was going to want Chloe to be the last woman he was ever with.
When she slipped from the kitchen and found him sitting at the bar, he watched her face. She wasn’t as good as she thought at hiding how she was feeling. A blush stole over her cheeks, brighter than that of the hostess, and a sweet smile filled her lips.
“You didn’t need to come back. I really am busy, Brandon,” she told him in a husky voice that had him wanting to drop to his knees.
“If we let life pass us by, then we’ll have regrets,” he said as the bartender slid a cup of steaming coffee in front of him along with a gooey cinnamon roll. His mouth watered almost as much for the pastry as it did for Chloe.
“I like my life. I’m not worried about it passing by,” she assured him.
“As long as you etch out some time for me, then I’m all good,” he said as he took a bite of his roll and sighed. “Heaven.”
“That’s because it’s one of the rolls from my dad’s secret vault that he doesn’t share with the world. Enjoy it while you can,” she told him with a laugh. “Now, back to the subject at hand. Let’s just say I agree to go on some dates with you. What then?” she finished.
He wasn’t sure how to answer. He hadn’t been expecting her to say that. She’d pulled the rug out from under him. It was a good thing he recovered quickly.