Page 84 of Illicit Education
“I’ll be thinking about it too.” His eyes searched mine as he said, “I’ll look forward to your decision in my office on Monday. Nine-thirty. That is the only time—when you give me your answer and, depending on that answer, the paperwork—when lines between our business and personal lives will be blurred. Understand?”
“Yes.”
Cabot leaned forward and brushed a feather-soft kiss against my lips, and everything he just said was gone because nothing in my world remained but the feeling of those soft, full lips on mine.
So when he released me way too soon, I growled with frustration.
Ignoring me, he strode to the opposite side of the car, opened the door, then paused to look up at me before getting inside. “I’d like to see you safely inside before I leave.”
“Oh.” His words shook me from my stupor. “This is Park Slope, I’m safe–”
“Now.”
Oooh, yes, there it is.
His tone ignited a fire beneath my feet and I scurried up the steps, unlocked the door and hurried inside. When the lock was set, I leaned my forehead against the cool wood.
Yes, I definitely had a lot of things to think about this weekend.
But my decision wasn’t one of them.
My decision had been made long before tonight.
I’d follow that man anywhere.
Especiallydown into the Rabbit Hole.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Rylan
Greer plopped back onto my bed with a loud sigh. The paperwork from the Rabbit Hole was spread out across the quilt, and her body was stretched out among the pages. “It’s just so much, Ry.” She sat up again and leveled her eyes on me. “Are you sure about this?”
I’d never been so sure about anything, but she didn’t seem to believe me. I tilted my head. “If Lacey asked you to join the Rabbit Hole–”
“Bruh. In a heartbeat.”
“Then why is it so hard to believe that I’m doing this?”
She pursed her lips, then raised one eyebrow slowly. “Is that a real question?”
“Greer.”
“Come on, Ry, I’m serious.” She motioned to the paperwork. “This isn’t you.”
The first time she’d said it, I was offended.
Now, the statement was just irritating.
“If you don’t want to be here, feel free to go spend your Saturday doing whatever else.”
“Ry…”
I pushed off the oversized chair and walked to the window, looking down at the street where he’d dropped me off last night. I hadn’t slept much–thanks to an overwhelming amount of information and a serious case of lady blue balls–so when Greer finally woke up, well after noon, she’d been surprised to see me still in bed. As soon as I explained what was on my mind, she’d quickly blamed my insomnia on me being uncomfortable with all I’d learned last night.
It wasn’t that I wasuncomfortable, per se, just processing. It really was a lot of information.
She stepped up behind me and put her head on my shoulder. “You know I’ll support anything you do, right?”