Office Grump An Enemies to Lovers Romance - Nicole Snow Page 0,118
grab for it, and he moves it up higher and pulls it back, just out of my reach. Smirking the whole time, the dick.
As I step closer, I laugh and reach for the coffee, lifting up on the balls of my feet.
He seizes the opportunity to throw an arm around my back and pull me in.
He kisses my forehead, and his lips turn up from a wise-ass smirk to a full-on smile. How freaking cute is he?
“You’re taking the weekend off.” His voice is gruff and sexy. “The frontline data from the Arrowpoint Airlines campaign will still be in your inbox on Monday. You should be with me and Jordan. Right, J-man?”
“I don’t care what she does,” Jordan calls from the living room. “Your nicknames are so frickin’ lame, Magnum.”
I can’t help but laugh at how the kid turns his business moniker into the most uncool word in the universe.
“I see he’s got your back,” I say, pulling at his collar and then smoothing it back into place.
Mag kisses my cheek, then my lips, sweeping a hand down to my butt for a not-so-subtle squeeze.
“Good help is hard to find, and your asshat boss requires your assistance at home. He’ll fire you, if you don’t assist,” he rumbles in my ear.
“Bad news: I’ve figured out my asshat boss’ bark is worse than his bite, and he’d be lost without me.”
Mag sets the coffee on the counter. His other arm closes around me.
“Yes, he would. However, his beautiful pain-in-the-ass EA would be marooned without this.”
He kisses me so freaking hard I melt on the spot.
God. Some of the things he says makes my heart want to burst like a worn drum. I frame his face with my hands, bringing his lips to mine.
All the better to give back what I get.
First I devour his bottom lip, outside first, then move deeper until I hear his breath thicken. I taste his tongue and let out a sigh.
He pulls away and leans down.
“Save it for tonight.” He straightens up. “It’s almost Valentine’s, after all.”
My face goes hot for so many reasons.
The promise of a mind-blowing horizontal tango.
The rush of so much teasing to come.
The fact that I’m bedding my underwear model boss for V-day, and not sharing ice cream and wine with Paige in loveless solidarity.
“Brina?” His voice is low.
“Yes?”
He whispers, so Jordan won’t hear, “It’s been over a month and I still love how you blush every damn time I hint what I’ll do to you.”
He’s too good at this. My face feels like a glowing stove.
“So that’s why you waste so much time on talk when you could just do it?” I tease.
He snorts. “I did tell you not to leave.”
I take a step back. I have to before I can’t.
“Goodbye, Mag.” I stop near the door and blow him a kiss.
“You’re still going into that damn office?” he growls, his brow falling in the most grumpalicious way ever.
“I’m going to see Paige for a few hours, and then I’m coming back,” I say, trying not to add holy crap because he makes the office—previously his favorite place in the world—sound like a dungeon.
His face brightens and he steps forward, handing me my coffee.
“Don’t forget this. Have fun with Paige, sweetheart.”
I take it. “I’ll be ho—back soon!”
Uh-oh.
I almost said home.
I was t-minus two seconds from telling Magnus Heron I’d be home soon.
He doesn’t seem to notice, but I sure do. The realization shakes me to my core the whole ride to my apartment.
Paige is in the kitchen, drinking a Coke when Armstrong drops me off and I go in. She puts her drink down, throws her hands in the air, and screams, bounding over as she tugs on her hair.
“What’s with you?” I ask, straightening before she bowls me over.
“Oh my God. Oh-my-God!” She covers her mouth. “I’ve seen a ghost! My phantom roommate. Where the hell have you been? Do I need to book an appointment now if I want to see you? Is that how you roll now?”
I’m about to tell her that’s crazy, but she’s right. She freaked out over text when I asked her to brunch, too.
“Sorry. It definitely gets crazy filling in for Mag at work meetings, and it’s busier than usual.”
“Wait—you’re covering for the CEO? I hope you got a pay raise. It’s a ginormous step up from EA to CEO.” She quirks an eyebrow. “You better dish, lady. You’ve been sending me nothing but crumbs for weeks. Not that I mind you paying last