Page 69 of House of Scarlett
But I also don’t want my employees walking in on me making out on our display couch.
“Shit.” I jump up and twist around before Gabriel can help me, and wince in pain at the movement.
The door opens and Amy comes to a halt, with Liz bumping into her due to the abrupt stop.
“Whoa. I didn’t expect you to be down here. Is everything okay?” Amy’s gaze shifts from my disheveled appearance to Gabriel.
Calmly, I smooth my sweater down but stop myself from touching my hair. I’ll just look even guiltier.
Thankfully, Gabriel comes to the rescue.
“I asked for a tour. You guys do a great job with this place. It’s really fucking cool. I might even have to buy that banker’s lamp for my manager’s desk. She’ll freak out knowing it’s from Curated.”
Amy beams with pride. “We would be happy to box it up for you, Mr. Legend.” Her gaze finds me, and from the heat burning my cheeks, there’s no way she misses my blush. “And it’s good to see you feeling better, Scar. If you give us another couple of hours, the whole third floor will be ready for you to play with.”
She’s giving me an out of this awkward situation, and I grab onto it with both hands. Well, actually, I grab onto Gabriel’s with one.
“We were just going to order some food. We’ll get out of your way. Just let me know when you’re ready for me, Ames.”
“Deal, boss.”
As I tug Gabriel behind me toward the stairs, I hear Liz whisper, “Oh my God, they were totally making out on the couch, weren’t they?”
“We’re never talking about this ever again, butyes, yes they were,” Amy replies in a hushed tone. “Go, Scarlett, go.”
Forty-One
Legend
As much asI want to continue what was happening downstairs, I saw the flash of pain across Scarlett’s face when she jumped off me.
“You’re still hurting, aren’t you?”
She shuts the door to her apartment behind us and leans against it. The red staining her cheeks makes it that much harder to stay six feet away from her. I want to go to her, but right now, I’m afraid that if I touch her, we’ll both end up naked, and she’ll push herself further than her body is ready for.
“Not that much.” She moves toward me, her hips swaying ever so slightly, and I know what she wants.
I don’t want to tell her no, but no matter how amazing it would feel to sink my dick inside her right now, it’s not worth it if she feels even a second of discomfort.
She pauses in front of me and wets her lips.
Fuck. Me.I reach out to wrap a hand around her hip and gently bring her against me. With my lips ghosting over her temple, I break the bad news.
“You could tempt the devil himself, ladybug. But I don’t want to hurt you. It’s still too soon.”
A frustrated sound escapes her throat, and I grip her tighter to keep her from pulling away.
“I told you, I’m not an invalid.”
“And I’m not going anywhere. We got plenty of time to fit in every single thing that’s on your mind, and about a hundred forty-nine more things on mine. No need to rush.”
Scarlett shifts her head to look me in the eye. “A hundred forty-nine?”
“Ballpark.”
“Okay.” She releases a long sigh, and I tuck her hair behind her ear. “I just want to be back to normal already.”
“I know, and you will be soon. Give your body a couple more days, and then you’ll be your regular unstoppable self.”
