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And why was the sex so damn amazing?
Fighting or not… why did he keep looking at me like I was such a worthy adversary? So worthy, he might just consider wanting to keep me around?
It was almost like he was wondering if I might just be the one for him.
And why was I starting to fantasize, when he was deep inside me and his eyes met mine, and he kissed me the way he did, that he might just be the one for me?
Because I was starting to have that fantasy.
Or maybe in some small part of me, I’d had that fantasy all along.
Since way… back… when.
When he kissed me in high school.
When he sat next to me in Chem class.
When I met him in that parking lot.
All I knew for sure was that somewhere inside of me it was starting to feel like no matter how wrong this started out, we might actually be veryrightfor each other.
And maybe if we just stopped fighting and let down our guards… we’d find that out.
Chapter Thirty-One
Devi
“Let’s go, boss! We’re gonna be late.”
God, I got a kick out of saying those words. Bossinghimaround.
Every. Morning.
I took a sip of my latte and strode over to the front door while Dane wandered out from his bedroom—our bedroom now, more or less—doing up his tie, suit jacket slung over his arm. The man was a vision worthy of an ovary meltdown in the morning, especially on workdays, all dressed and polished, in one of his suits.Rawwrr.I could tackle him and take him right back to bed.
Who was gonna complain if we were late anyway?
This was a major perk of screwing the boss.
Over the past three days, other than working, we’d done little more than fuck as I tested out how it felt to let my guard down around him, just a little. At least, enough to get naked with him repeatedly and spend every night in his bed.
“What’s the hurry?” he said. “The boss won’t fire you.”
I smiled victoriously. “No, he will not.”
I drifted my fingers over the smart panel by the door, turning off the music. I’d had Tina Turner cranked while I made my morning coffee and I imagined Dane was probably sick of hearing “Better Be Good to Me” on repeat. Living with me, the music selection was pretty much a steady diet of Tina, RiRi, M.I.A., some eighties pop and a smattering of nineties R&B.
But he hadn’t complained yet.
Actually, he didn’t complain about much. Since we’d started fucking, Dane had been less chilly, in general, and definitely more agreeable.
I’d decided to just let it be. See if we could actually get along… and if he’d admit that he actually liked me. Or not.
Because I sure as hell wasn’t admitting liking anything about him unless he opened that door first. Genuinely. And not as some calculated power play.
I studied the smart panel, then glanced over at him as he slipped into his suit jacket. “You don’t have voice command in here,” I mused.
“Nope.”
