Page 69 of Bossy Romance
Adam shakes his head. “It’s a good thing I came too. Imagine if you’d hit your head on the edge of the desk? Then Vision Tech would have a much bigger problem.”
Vision Tech. Right.
I try harder to push away from him this time, but Adam slides his arms around me and I collapse against his chest.
“Just a few more seconds,” he coaxes. “Relax.”
Impossible. Not with his hard, muscular chest at my back, with his familiar scent wrapping around me and with the strength of his arms across my stomach. And definitely not with the way my heart is picking up speed from being held like this.
“Mr. Harrison, this is… very inappropriate.”
He chuckles. “Don’t tempt me to show you what inappropriatereallylooks like, Nova.”
My eyes bulge. I start squirming around.
“Calm down, darlin’. I’ll let you go in a minute.”
“Now.”
“Take three deep breaths and then you can stand up,” Adam says.
I open my mouth and gulp in air like a fish. Then I pry at his hands until he loosens his grip.
Rolling out of his arms, I jump to my feet and pat down my hair. One swipe makes me cringe. I didn’t sleep with a bonnet yesterday, which was Island’s fiercest recommendation when joining Team Natural Hair.
Now, my hair is frizzy beyond measure and curls are popping out of my hair clip. I must look like a total mess.
“You look beautiful,” Adam says as if he can read my mind. He grips my arm and sets it down gently at my side to stop me from fussing with my hair.
His touch sends an explosion of electric sensations up my body.
I turn away quickly and try to forget about Adam holding me in his lap and calling me ‘darlin’ in that sexy voice.
Adam grabs a container from the bag and sets it on the desk. “I brewed your favorite coffee. Although I wish I’d gotten you water. I think that would be better for you.”
I pounce on the bottle. The beautiful scent of roasted coffee beans rises to my nostrils and gives me life.
As I take my first sip, the world rocks back into focus and things start making sense.
Maybe I only imagined Adam kissing my head.
Maybe it was my deranged mind that felt his heartbeat picking up speed as he cradled me.
Maybe all the things that I found sexy and romantic were just pure panic from a man who thought I’d die in his arms.
“Thanks.” I cap the top of the travel mug and set it on the desk. When I glance down, I notice a file tucked in between the lunch box. I fish it out. “What’s this?”
He snaps it from me. “That is something I’ll show you after you eat breakfast.”
I pout. “If you have something that could help, I need it now. I don’t have time to—”
He slants me a firm look.
I give him a tight glare in return.
He doesn’t budge. I’ll have to play along if I want to see what he brought.
“Fine.” Plunking down into my seat with a little less force than I wanted to thanks to my still-weary body, I accept the lunch box.