Page 113 of Heartsick & Lipsticks
My eyes widened. “You know about that?”
“Bella let it slip the other day.” He grinned. “Did you know about that?”
I nodded. “Jada invited me.”
“Oh, good. So you’re coming?”
“Um…” I had planned on going, but after everything that had happened, I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. Between me crossing, no hopscotching, over the line of professionalism by spending the night with him in the hotel, to agreeing to move my entire family in with him, to spending the night with him again, to Lola leaking his and Naomi’s personal information, to me insisting we go back to being professional, and now me barely being able to keep my hands to myself… I just felt like too much had happened.
“Please come. I really want you to be there.”
The right thing to do would be to say that I couldn’t go, but I knew there was no way that I could do that.
“Okay,” I agreed against my better judgment.
He exhaled in visible relief as he reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The roughened pads of his fingertips grazed the cusp of my ear. The sensation sent a tingle racing down my spine. “Thank you.”
His voice was deep and gravelly. My body reacted to the octave drop in his voice even before I was aware of it. My knees turned to noodles, and waves of arousal washed over me. I knew then that he was feeling the same way I was. I’d noticed that the more turned on he got, the deeper his voice dropped.
My watch vibrated, alerting me that it was time for Naomi’s medication. “I have to go back in.”
I told my feet to move, but they didn’t. I just kept staring up at him. It wasn’t until he dropped his arm that I was released from the spell he’d cast on me. “Goodnight, Skye.”
“Goodnight.”
As the door shut behind me, I went back to work, concentrating on Naomi and Naomi only. I would have never thought I’d let things get this out of hand with someone. Maybe I was having a midlife crisis. Or maybe Ri had been right all the years she’d told me that my self-imposed celibacy was the equivalent of a child being denied sugar by their parents and then going crazy when they finally have access to sodas. They make themselves sick and get addicted to it.
Now that I’d gotten a taste of sugar again, I feared I was addicted to it. Or maybe I was just addicted to Nick.
