"Yeah, I did." I press my lips to hers in a hard kiss. "I'm going to fix it, Minnie. Win your trust back. We're not over. Not by a long shot."
"Jason," she whispers. It sounds more like a moan.
I kiss her again, and then again and again. Christ, I can't stop drinking from her lips, pulling her sweet breath into my lungs, messing up her pretty red lipstick. Her tongue touches mine, twisting sinuously, perfectly with mine, first in her mouth and then in mine. Back and forth until my cock leaks a steady stream of cum.
"We're not over, Minnie," I say again. "I'm goin' to make you mine."
She moans my name just like she did last night. My self-control threatens to shear in two. I gotta stop kissing her before I end up fucking her up against the wall in her office. I need to regain her trust before I fuck her, or she'll never forgive me for making her feel like less than the goddess she is.
"Shh, pretty baby." I bite her plump bottom lip and then kiss away the sting.
"I have a date tonight," she blurts out.
My heart stops beating. A growl rumbles in my chest.
"You have a date tonight."
"Y-yes?"
I peel myself off her as my blood pressure shoots sky high and murder churns through me. I'm going to find whoever is trying to take her from me and pull his lungs out through his asshole. I'm going to destroy the little motherfucker for trying to take what's mine. No one touches her but me.
"You should take a breath before you pass out," she whispers.
I suck in a deep breath, turning my gaze on her to find her watching me with wide, worried eyes.
"Cancel it," I order her, pissed beyond belief that some motherfucker is trying to swoop in on my girl. She's mine and I'm not fucking sharing her. "You're not going."
"I have to go." She worries her bottom lip again. "I promised."
"Who?"
"My dad. Um, he saw pictures of us on the bull last night and…and after the bull," she says, blushing bright red. "He's not happy about it."
"So he's forcing you to go on a date?" I growl, pinching the bridge of my nose because I'm pretty sure murdering her father isn't going to win me any points with her. She seems to like the son of a bitch even if he is trying to sell her off like a prize heifer at the county fair.
"No. God no, he would never do that." She huffs out a breath, sending those loose pieces of her hair waving wildly around her face. "It's my own fault. I was trying to distract him from being mad at me, so I told him I'd go out with this guy he's been trying to set me up with…."
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," I mutter.
"I didn't think you'd ever want to see me again!"
That gives me pause. I tilt my head down to look at her. Her cheeks are still pink, but there's something in her eyes…some little glimmer that allows me to pull in a full breath for the first time since she told me she has a date. "Did you want to see me again, pretty baby?"
"I…no," she says, but we both know she's lying. She wanted to see me again. "It doesn't even matter. I have a date with someone else, and you don't like me because I'm rich."
Absolutely no part of that is accurate, but she squirms around and manages to slip past me before I can correct any of it. I go to grab her arm, but she practically runs for the door.
"I guess I'll see you around," she calls over her shoulder.
I curse under my breath, not sure if I want to cuddle her, spank her, fuck her, or throttle her. And then I noticed the notepad on her desk with my name doodled in the margins. I smile at the sight. She may have agreed to go out with some other motherfucker, but she was thinking about me the whole time. The evidence is right there in front of me.
Now I just have to make sure that she keeps thinking about me.
Chapter Three
Miranda
My morning passes in a blur of anxiety, desire, and copious amounts of overthinking. Not even helping Lily fill Grant's office with glitter-filled birthday balloons managed to take my mind off Jason for very long. I knew he would figure out I'd lied to him sooner or later, but I snuck in early this morning in the hopes of avoiding the inevitable confrontation for as long as possible. I'm a coward, and I think I might be obsessed with our new Head of Security.
Like, ridiculously obsessed.
I dreamed about him all night. The kind of dreams that left me tossing and turning…and then slipping my hands into my panties in an attempt to ease the ache between my legs. It didn't help. If anything, thinking about him while I touched myself only made me ache more. Thinking about how he made me come after barely even touching me made it even worse than that.
It's a good thing my hoohah can't speak because she is not a happy hoohah today.
Which is all Jason's fault. I'm a virgin, but a big part of me liked what happened last night. As worried as I was about someone seeing…I liked the thrill that came along with the fear of getting caught.
I don't know what that says about me.
I also don't know what it says about me that seeing Jason this morning made me happier than I think I've ever been before. I missed him, which is odd. How do you miss someone you just met? I don't know the answer to that question either but seeing him standing in my door in his dark suit, looking ruggedly handsome and a little pissed off, sent my heart soaring.
I expected him to be angry. He had every right to be after I lied to him. I also expected him to treat me like everyone else does once he knew the truth. Instead, he managed to send my world careening out of focus again. All those resolutions I made to keep things between us strictly professional went flying out the window so fast my head is still spinning a little bit.
My dad was disappointed when he saw the pictures all over my social media, but I think I agreed to go out with Richard in an attempt to console myself if Jason turned out to be as angry as I expected. Like, maybe him not wanting to see me anymore once he knew the truth about me could be my decision instead of his or something. I don't know. It made sense in my head when I was staring at the photographic evidence of myself having an orgasm in the middle of a freaking bar.
It doesn't make sense now. I just feel horribly guilty for agreeing to the date under false pretenses. Sure, it made my dad happy, but my dad never stays mad at me for long. He folds like a house of cards after a couple hours. And Richard Standridge is not my type…which I didn't even know I had until Jason turned those steel blue eyes on me last night.
Richard is a few years older than me, the perfect son of a prominent politician. He's straitlaced, a paragon of virtue. He's also a closeted elitist who secretly thinks anyone who wasn't born with a silver spoon in their mouths should be pitied.
I feel nothing for him but annoyance. He's…safe. Boring.
Jason is the complete opposite of safe and boring. I've never felt safer than I did with his arms around me last night. I think he could take on an army by himself and still be standing at the end of it. But there is nothing safe about the way he makes me feel. I've been free-falling since he smirked at me last night and I don't know where the bottom is or where it leads. That's terrifying and exhilarating and a thousand other things that I don't know what to do with.