It’s after midnight by the time we pull up to my house. As Vincent shifts the car into park, he looks over at me uncomfortably.
“I hate to ask this, but…” He winces. “Would I be able to use your restroom? It’s a long drive to Malibu and I really don’t want to stop.”
I’m so drunk at this point, I could care less if he asked to spend the night. “Sure,” I slur, gesturing to the curb. “You can park there. It’s street parking. I don’t have a guest spot.”
He seems relieved as he parks the car alongside the curb, gets out and follows me inside. Thank God for the wine. Otherwise, having my boss inside my apartment would be way too much to handle.
I close the door behind us and notice that Vincent is eyeing every square inch of my living room. “Nice place,” he comments, making his way towards the kitchen.
“Bathroom is over there.” I point to the door down the hallway, then take a seat on my sofa. I remove my shoes and lay down, still mildly pissed at how the night turned out so much different than I’d expected.
Vincent disappears into the bathroom, then returns a few minutes later and takes a seat next to me on the sofa.
“Too much wine?” he jokes, nudging my thigh playfully.
“Too much wine,” I agree, resting my head against a pillow.
He studies me for a moment with an amused expression on his face, but says nothing. It’s hard to stay mad at him when he looks at me like that. God, he’s so sexy. Those thick lips. Even his scent is sexy. It takes everything I have to keep my hands off him.
I stare back at him in silence. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife.
“So, will I see you at work tomorrow?” he asks, touching my thigh again. I know what he’s doing. He’s testing my body language to see how I react. If I touch him back, it means I’m interested. Then the mild flirting escalates. And escalates. Into something that is a very, very, very bad idea.
I sit upright and turn toward him. I’m so close to him that our faces are almost touching.
“Not a chance.” I grin.
Another silent moment passes between us. Just our eyes, burning into each other. I can’t take this much more. Everything in my body is starting to tingle.
Finally, he breaks the eye contact, glancing toward the door. “Should I go?”
“Do you want to?” I challenge. I’m cursing myself inside. Kat! Yes, he should leave! Tell him yes!
His lips curve upwards, but he says nothing. His eyes slowly drift down my body.
“Do you want me to?” he whispers. The smooth tone of his voice weakens everything in me. I’m wavering. I can feel it.
I shake my head, looking down at the floor. I’m afraid to look at him. He takes my chin in his hand and lifts my face so our eyes meet.
And before I know what’s happening, I’m on his lap.
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