Sweet Love - Mia Kayla Page 0,39

cleared up. We had work to do, and sensibility had kicked in. We—more so me—had to forget about everything that had happened between us. I had to forget about her hot body, the color in her cheeks when she was embarrassed, and the curiosity of making her turn pink in certain places after a night of rough—

Stop!

“Charlie.”

She peered up at me from her desk, and her cheeks flushed all shades of pink. Unwanted thoughts filtered through my brain again.

I cleared my throat. “We need to talk.”

She raised a hand. “Nope. If it has anything to do with what happened, I don’t wanna talk about it. Forget it ever happened.”

Believe me, I’d tried everything to forget, but nothing seemed to work.

“Okay, it never happened.” I stepped into her, and my fingers itched at my sides. A strand of hair lay across her forehead, and I wanted to push it back so badly, but I held steady. “We have to work together and”—my eyes drifted to the curvature of her neck, and I swallowed—“I just don’t want it to be weird between us.”

She threw me a look, and I laughed.

“Okay, okay.” I lifted both hands. “I just want it to be less weird between us.”

She scratched at her forehead as though there were an intense mosquito bite there. “I just …” She peered up at me and shut her eyes tightly. “Every time I see you, I just picture you naked. And we have to work together.”

Me too. I don’t just picture you naked. I picture a lot of other things.

“Charlie, open your eyes.”

“No.”

She pushed out her bottom lip, and all of me wanted to bite it.

“Come on.”

She flipped her eyes open then, and at the span of green peering up at me, I could read all her emotions. She was nervous, scared, embarrassed.

“Hey.” I angled closer. “It’ll be fine, okay? It could have been worse.”

“Worse?” She scoffed. “How?” She shook her head. “How could it have possibly been worse?”

True. She had me there.

I paused, thinking, and then added, “Wanker could have accidentally slipped in.”

She blanched.

“See? Worse.”

I tipped my chin because this conversation was going downhill by the second. “I bet you, by tomorrow night, when we’re working on the campaign, me and my nakedness will be the last thing on your mind.”

I turned away before she had a chance to say anything.

If she is up to it slipping in … that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

I blew out a breath.

Thoughts like that would only get me in trouble.

Charlie

The break room was empty, except for Alyssa, Casey and me. Although, notably, it was two in the afternoon, and we were having a late lunch.

“Can you believe him? I mean, why is he always here at the company and totally bothering me?” Casey flipped her brown hair over her shoulder. “I think he’s stalking me. I’m going to get a restraining order soon.”

Alyssa coughed out a laugh. “I think you like him stalking you.”

Casey’s eyes widened. “Absolutely not!”

And then went the bickering back and forth on Kyle and how Casey had invited him to stalk her.

I tuned out Alyssa and Casey, not on purpose, simply because all I kept thinking of was our meeting tonight … alone in the conference room. The initial shock of embarrassment had died down, but hell, thinking of Connor and me alone, until the wee hours of the morning, with Chinese food, had my nerves shot.

My knees bounced as I stared blankly at my sandwich, all of a sudden not hungry, when I peered up to see Connor in an all-pink outfit. Pink bow tie, light-pink shirt, and even pink pants.

Alyssa busted out in laughter. “You look like a stick of pink gum. What the hell are you wearing?”

His eyes were strictly focused on me, and I laughed.

“Did you lose another bet?” Casey asked, girlie giggles escaping her. “What did I tell you about betting against Kyle? He’ll never make a bet he’s going to lose.”

Connor turned around with an exaggerated effect and motioned to his shoes, which were also pink. “And for your information, I didn’t lose a bet. We’re revamping the factory uniforms with the rebranding. This is one of the options. Why not do it all?”

He sat right next to me, and all my body heated. Even in all pink, he was unbelievably masculine, this strength oozing out of his pores, in the strong set of his shoulders, his confident smile.

“What do you think?” he asked me.

“It’s … pink.” I laughed.

“It’s cheesy.