Page 7 of The Trolley Kiss
My smile falters when I realize he’s going to continue this charade. He shakes his head at the ground in confusion before glancing back at me. “What exactly is it that we’re talking about again?”
“Can we please be adults here and not pretend this is the first time we’ve met?” I ask, placing my hands on my hips. He continues to look at me confused. I roll my eyes again, turning toward the door. “It’s not a big deal. I wasn’t expecting you to call. I just want to move forward in a professional manner.”
I step forward, pausing when his deep, dark laugh vibrates through my body. Despite my better judgment, I look back at him over my shoulder. His smile is pure evil, I swear. It’s his eyes that make me freeze in place though, piercing right through my soul, like he can see all my secrets.
“So you’re mad some prick didn’t call you, and now you’re taking it out on me, huh?”
My blood begins to boil as I march back next to him. “I’m not upset thatyoudidn’t call. I’m upset that you’re denying it ever happened!”
He looks down at me as he stands taller, hovering over me. “I’m not admitting to something I didn’t do, sweetheart.”
I ball my hands into fists. “God, you’re infuriating! You’re really going to be that stubborn?”
He grabs at his tie like he’s having trouble breathing. “Trust me, if itwasme, I’d admit it. You’ve got the wrong guy.”
“Seriously? You’re really sticking with that story?”
“It’s the truth.”
The longer he holds onto this lie, the more irritated I’m getting. “So you’re saying I’m making this all up?”
He invades my personal space again, lowering his voice. “I’m saying you’re confusing me with someone else.”
“I think I would remember,” I sass back, taking a step away from him.
His eyes flick up and down my body before he leans on his hand against the counter next to me. “Maybe princess here had one too many tequila shots.”
I cock an eyebrow. “You would know since your tongue was down my throat.”
His eyes flash open wide for the briefest of moments, like this part actually surprised him for real. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah, and it was a sloppy mess too. I guess daddy never taught you how to handle a lady.”
His jaw ticks, and his grip on the counter tightens, making the muscles in his forearm flex. “See, even more proof it wasn’t me. You’d remember my face if I ever kissed you.”
I smirk. “I do remember your face. Obviously not for the reason you were hoping for though. Maybe it was you who had too many tequila shots.”
I turn to leave, thinking I got the final word in, but he grabs my arm, turning me back around and getting right in my face. “It. Wasn’t. Me.”
His intensity makes me catch my breath. “I don’t believe you,” my voice shakes as I attempt to leave again.
I try to pull my arm away from him, but he yanks my body back up against his, crashing his mouth to mine as he grabs my jaw in his hand. He walks me backward, slamming my hands above my head against the wall. He holds them in place with one hand as his body molds against mine.
His tongue slips in my mouth. His teeth scrape against my lower lip. He holds nothing back. No hesitation. No second thoughts. All passion. All sex.
I fold. I can’t help but give as much back in return. My knees go weak, but his body encompasses every part of me, so I don’t move. His fingers thread into my hair while I all but try to suck the life out of him.
No sooner do I blink, he pulls away, breathing erratically against my mouth, his lips whispering against mine. “It wasn’t me,” he pants.
“Okay,” I whisper breathlessly, not sure if I believe him or not. Our first kiss definitely wasn’t like that. But I know what I saw. It was him.
“I need a minute. I’ll meet you at your desk,” he says abruptly, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he smirks at me.
“What?” I ask, diverting my eyes.
His tongue runs along his lower lip. “I like the way you blush. I can’t help but imagine the way you’d look after being properly fucked.”
My mouth falls open, but no words come. I think I want to be offended, but he doesn’t even give me a chance, nodding with a final smile before turning and leaving the breakroom.