The Perfect Fix (Perfect Kisses #5) - Miley Maine Page 0,22

cool until she shows me any sign that she might want me too…

“So, I just saw Travis getting on the school bus. He must be happy.”

“Yes.” She nods sharply but doesn’t look at me. “He is. Thank you.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to say that so you would thank me. I was just saying it because I’m happy for him. I’m glad that he’s back in school and happy again.”

“Yes, well he is. I’m sure you’ll see how happy he is when he gets off the school bus.”

When she turns around to hand me the mug of burning hot coffee, her shoulders are up around her ears. She is so tense it actually makes me feel terrible for being here… but at the same time, I know that the longer I leave it, the worse it will get.

“So, how are you?” I want to turn the subject back to us quickly before she thinks I’m just here to have her bending down and bowing at my God damn feet because that isn’t why I am here. “Are you looking forward to having a bit of freedom to get back to work?”

“Oh sure.” As she sighs heavily, I can see a massive distaste for her job as well. I seriously have to bite down on my tongue before I offer to give her rent money or offer her a job. I’m not trying to save every aspect of her life because she will always resent me if I do.

“Well, work can be a nightmare,” I reply blandly instead. “I have bad days too.”

Urgh, it’s really hard to connect with her on this level because we are on completely different wave lengths and she knows that as well as I do. So, anything that I say will just sound like I am being smug and patronizing. I hate this. I much prefer the happy, easy going atmosphere between us that we eventually found last night.

“Anyway, I’m not here to ask you out on a date again…” I say with a smile, hoping to bring her out of this funk. Much to my relief, she does cock a knowing eyebrow at me. As our eyes meet, I feel that sizzle shoot through me all over again. “But I will always take your coffee.”

“I don’t understand why you would want to drink that muck. I’m sure you have something more expensive and nicer at home…”

“I don’t have any company at home.” I grin. “I like your company here.”

Oh, thank God, she is smiling back. The room is warming up all over again. Keeping things light and airy is clearly the best way so as not to put pressure on Aisha.

“Well, I suppose your company isn’t too bad either.” She shrugs one shoulder. “If I have to put up with it. You do make the coffee taste better.”

We tease one another back and forth a little while longer, finding a surprising niche that suits us both, and somehow this manages to heat up the air between us even more. Aisha even moves that little bit closer to me, the sizzling intensifying between both of us.

But I’m not expecting her to lean across and kiss me. I’m not expecting things to take that turn, especially not when things started so frosty, but she does. She hooks her hand around the back of my neck and holds me tightly while her lips explore mine. It’s intense, surprisingly powerful, and she soon hooks her leg over mine and straddles me in the chair where I’m sitting.

It really is a roller coaster between the pair of us. I don’t know if I am ever going to know where I stand with her, but I don’t mind being in this ride with Aisha.

“Oh God,” she moans as my lips slide off of hers and move over her cheek, her throat, her collar bone. That sound is so delicious, I absolutely love it. “Oh, fuck, Marc.”

I slide my hands down her body, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples through the material of her T-shirt. I can tell that she doesn’t have a bra on underneath her top which is so sexy that it hurts me. I’m hard as a rock underneath my trousers and desperate to explore her already.

“Get your trousers off,” she commands, taking complete control of me. I like this side of her, I love who I unleash when we both are getting hot and heavy, it’s such a different side of her than what she shows the rest