He looks at me with amusement. “I’d ask you the same question, but no doubt you’d come up with some clever remark and disappear without so much as a word.”
I blush and check to make sure no one is listening. I know being in public means that I’d be forced to restrain how much I want to slap him right now. But I know I have no valid reason to feel this way, and I groan inwardly at myself. In fact, he’s got more right to be annoyed at me, but I don’t want him to know that. Since we met he’s vexed me without even trying, and I think he enjoys making me uncomfortable sometimes.
“Well. If you think the worst of me, that’s fine but we don’t need to make things difficult for each other during your hopefully very short visit to my place of work.” I clench my jaw as best I can to keep my cool but my god, it’s fucking difficult.
“Believe me, Sweetheart, I don’t wish to make things hard for you. I just want to get this project done too.”
We’re back to those stupid endearments again. That calm and collected manner is just plain irritating but the way his eyes fix me in their beam, I’m finding it very difficult to hold onto the anger.
“Do you have nothing to say to me after three months?” I say, hardly caring if anyone hears us now.
He looks taken aback for just a moment before he collects himself and I take a little bit of pride in my one and only victory so far.
“I just said that it’s good to see you again, Cassidy. Even if I did wake up to an empty bed and nothing to remember you by.’
I don’t know exactly what to make of that statement and I don’t want to analyse it to death. Any woman would be at a loss for what to do when faced with the man she’s been dreaming about since he gave her the fuck of her life. And yes, while I will admit to being a total addict for his body, I can’t say I care much for his personality.
“Well. Now we have to go back to the real world where we have to at least be civil with each other. We don’t need to go announcing to the whole world that we slept together!”
Grayson looks uncomfortable and a couple passes us giving me a dirty look.
“You’re the one who’s ruining that before we’ve even got started, Honey,” he smiles smugly and I can feel the blush across my face.
I move closer and say, “Must you take such pride in treating me like an idiot? And stop with the stupid endearments, you know they annoy the fuck out of me.”
Grayson stops smiling and says:. “That wasn’t my intention, Cassy. And with all due respect, you’re doing a good job of that all by yourself.”
I’m so close to slapping him, and this time with very good reason for doing so. But I’m near breathless by the way he says my name. How that has haunted my wet dreams for months.
“Well, excuse me if seeing you here has knocked me for six. Given the last time we saw each other…” I stop myself from saying anything further and grip the handle of my bag tighter to ground myself.
I take my time, looking deep into his beautiful blue eyes. They are just as calming as they are infuriating. “I’ve got to go. Please rest assured that this won’t affect our working relationship and you can feel free to avoid me when you see me in the office, because I’ll be doing the same.”
Grayson looks away from me finally and says calmly “We don’t have to avoid each other to be discreet about what we did. I’m not ashamed of it, and neither should you be.”
I begin to feel myself warm to him for the first time since I saw him in the office this morning but I feel my blood pressure rising again when he says:
“You can then go home and think of me as you touch yourself, or when you feel some other man’s cock inside you.”
Okay. I’ve got to get out of here. Right now.
“That’s hardly appropriate to talk about here and I’d thank you to keep your opinions about me to yourself.” I turn on my heel but he suddenly says:
“Wait, don’t go!” He says it with a passion I’ve not seen since that night, and it stops me in my tracks.
He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and says more slowly: “Will you join me for dinner or a drink? So we can talk about this more privately.”
I don’t know what to make of that, and while I can’t help but feel a rush at thought, my anger ultimately wins out.
“You’ve offended me in every possible way until now. And you expect that to go away by asking me out?”
He pauses for a moment before he responds. “I don’t expect anything to go away, Cassidy. Only for us to get what we both want.”
“I…I have to go. This really isn’t appropriate. Please just forget about this whole thing.”
He moves closer so that our faces are almost touching as he stares into my eyes. I feel his hands at my waist and I don’t attempt to stop him. My hands move automatically to his shoulders.
“Please. Please. That’s what I want to hear from you, Cassy. Don’t think I don’t remember how much of a good girl you were for me that night.”
I’m speechless. I can’t breathe. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do to hear him call me that again. For a few minutes, he’s the only thing I can see, touch, hear and smell even on the busy London street. I want so badly to give in but I use what little strength I have left to say:
“No. I can’t… Please let me go.” I almost gasp the words out and wrench myself away from him. My whole body shakes as I make my way to the bus queue and I try to avoid looking over my shoulder. The memory of those intense eyes is burned into my brain and I can’t help but shiver with… I don’t quite know.
As I sit at the back of the bus and attempt to control my breathing, my mind is all over the place. I can’t think straight long enough to come up with a solution. I just want to run far, far away but I know I’d only be prolonging the inevitable.
It’s time to face this like an adult and actually do something to fix it. I’m not going to be intimidated.
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