Page 23 of Heart Like Yours
I could get addicted to the feeling of Paige in my arms.
Bending slightly, I turn us both until the backs of her thighs hit her desk and get completely lost. By the time she pulls away for air, an entire year could have passed and I wouldn’t have been any wiser.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispers breathlessly.
The tips of my fingers ghost down the side of her thigh, and when she shivers at my touch, I can’t help but smirk.
“If that’s true, then why does this feel so fucking right?”
PAIGE
The problem with kissing your boss is how hard it is to shove the attraction you feel for them back into the deepest corner of your mind after spending two years trying to ignore it.
Ever since Garrett kissed me last night, it’s been nearly impossible to think about anything else.
“If that’s true, then why does this feel so fucking right?”
His words ring through my head for the hundredth time and I shiver in response. I couldn’t even respond. I stammered my way through an awkward exit and bailed back to the party. Even as I threw back the shot Eva handed me, all I could focus on was the lingering feel of his lips on mine. All night and morning long, memories of his fingers tangling into my hair and holding me still while he had his way with me keep popping up. It’s like some annoying ad that interrupts your screen, and no matter how many times you close the tabs, it just continues to pop back up.
Which is why I texted Lilly to meet me at the bar, thinking it would be the perfect distraction and would keep my mind off my boss. A plan that fails epically considering the second I walkthrough the propped open door, Lilly appears with an excited grin.
“Look who I ran into!” Lilly says, pointing with her thumb over her shoulder. “Garrett was gonna get food to-go and watch the game by himself, but I told him he should watch with us!”
Shit.There goes my plan of filling her in on the kiss that won’t leave my brain and having someone to analyze every possible thing about it with.
Plastering on my best smile, I loop my arms through Lilly’s. “Perfect. That means Gare-Bear here can buy us both those drinks he owes us.”
Garrett glares at the nickname, but I stick my tongue out at him.
“I wasn’t aware he owed us any, but hey, who am I to turn away free drinks?” Lilly laughs, pulling me along beside her toward the free table she must have grabbed earlier that has a perfect view of the TVs mounted around the bar. She moves her purse to the side and motions to where she wants me to sit.
Garrett laughs, leaning on the seat beside mine as he flashes Lilly a charming grin.
“From what I hear, you’re to thank for being her sounding board on why Paige will make the perfect partner. I think that owes you a lifetime of drinks.”
Lilly playfully smacks my arm. “I told you so. Even he says you’re perfect,” she says before beaming up at Garrett. “But really, all I did was provide the colorful pens.”
“Even so, you were her sounding board.” His stare burns into the side of my face, but all I can do is stare at the menu in front of me like it’s the most interesting thing in the entire world. “So what can I get you both to drink?”
“A peach margarita, please,” Lilly answers without hesitating and I nod, still avoiding his burning gaze.
“Same!” I squeak.
After a long pause, Garrett pushes away from the chair, turning on his heel to go to the bar and the sigh I’ve been holding escapes.
“Okay, what’s going on?” Lilly asks the second he’s out of earshot.
I shake my head, not wanting to risk him coming back. “Nothing. Everything’s fine.”
Lilly gives me a look that screams “seriously?” making me roll my eyes.
“If it was truly nothing, then why are your cheeks currently turning the color of a tomato?” she asks smugly and I curse my damn face for basically broadcasting how I’m feeling.
Glancing over my shoulder, I double-check that Garrett is still at the bar before turning back to Lilly and lowering my voice.
“We kissed last night.”
“What!?” she shouts, her hands slapping the table as she gapes at me.