Sweet Love - Mia Kayla Page 0,46

caught myself saying.

I held my breath. I thought the whole room did.

After a few seconds, her eyes flickered open, then shut, and then opened again. Her eyebrows scrunched together.

“Yeah …” Her voice was groggy. “I’m sorry. I fainted.”

I took a step forward, but before I reached her, Casey basically pushed Randy aside and dropped onto Charlie, crushing herself against Charlie’s body. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

I released a long, heavy breath and lifted my stare to the ceiling. “Thank God.”

With a tip of her chin, Alyssa nodded with a heavy smirk on her face. “Thank God indeed.”

She knew.

She knew about my deep infatuation with Charlie.

There was no doubt.

Charlie

At five years old, when the nurse had taken my blood, I’d passed out at the doctor’s office. That was how I knew I had an aversion to blood. And at every single appointment—yearly, I must add—I fainted. It was an automatic response. It didn’t matter if I closed my eyes or they laid me down. I always fainted.

Was it at the sight of blood? Was it the smell of blood? Was it all in my brain?

I didn’t know.

All I knew was that I couldn’t see it, smell it, or even imagine about it.

I had been known as Fainting Charlie in grade school. It was a widely known nickname throughout my childhood. All those science projects where we had to dissect frogs and worms in class, I had to opt out of those. I’d had a doctor’s note.

It was the oddest thing, fainting in front of my coworker-friends and boss man. I usually fainted around doctors or my parents but never in front of other people. I could predict when an episode would happen because it was always during annual appointments, and I avoided any situation where I would possibly have an attack. Donating blood events? Nope. Never going to happen.

When I had gained consciousness, Casey had treated me like I was a little child, bringing me lunch the next day and buying me my favorite Starbucks coffee. Alyssa had simply nagged Casey for crowding me.

But what was weird was Connor. He couldn’t stop looking at me. His nonstop staring had heightened since the pool house. I mean, I’d turn, and he’d just stare—not in a creepy way, but in a way that would make my cheeks warm and make me feel as though he was picturing me more than naked in the pool house.

Which was absurd because, this was me, and he was hot millionaire Connor.

I was fixing Mr. Nelson’s computer. I was reaching to the back of his monitor when Connor’s voice almost had me tipping the whole screen over.

“Charlie.”

I jerked to a standing position and steadied the screen. “Yep?”

His eyes flickered to my lips and then back to my eyes.

And, yes, he did that often as well. I wondered if my lips were dry or chapped or bleeding. When I licked them, his eyes would always flash.

I took my ChapStick out from my back pocket and reapplied it. Going by this rate, I’d have to buy the economy pack of ChapSticks by the end of the week.

“Can you stop by my office to talk about the marketing plans?”

I blinked up at him. “Yep. Sure. Let me just finish up here.”

His eyes scoured my body, and I warmed everywhere his eyes touched.

Good gosh, were we ever going to get to the place of normalcy? I knew we had been close to making out on the boardroom conference room, but we were semi-normal after that. Maybe this was how it was always going to be.

If you could call this undeniable attraction to him as normal, but it was as though he felt it too.

I mean, I’d felt his hard length against my thigh. Unless I’d imagined it.

“I’ll wait for you in my office.”

“Okay.”

He backed away backward, which was odd because, hello, walking backward. And his eyes were on me the whole time.

He knocked into a desk before laughing, turning around, and trekking back to his office.

I checked out his fine ass. If he was going to seemingly check me out, I wanted to enjoy the view as well.

Connor

I had an issue. A major damn issue.

I couldn’t for the life of me get Charlie out of my system. When I closed my eyes, she was there, and I preferred to be in the office, so I could see her more. My infatuation for her had heightened to unhealthy proportions. Shit, I had to jack off multiple times to tame the ever-loving hard-on I