Page 41 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
“Reid, stop,” she whispers.
The rest of the room fades away. I’m standing close enough to smell her perfume. Our lips are only inches apart. Her eyes are saying things her mouth won’t.
God, I want to kiss her.
I want to feel her against me, hear her moans, drown in her eyes again as she watches me fuck her brains out.
What would she do if I crushed my lips to hers right now? If I took away her ability to argue with me? If I showed her, right here in this bar, with everybody watching, how much I want her?
I lean toward her, but she pushes me away.
“Don’t,” she says, her eyes filling with tears. “I can’t handle it.”
“Can’t handle what?” I demand, grabbing my beer for a long pull.
Trying to compose herself, she runs her fingers through her long blond hair. “You’re too important to me, Reid. This friendship matters too much, and then there’s the fact that my job is kind of on the line.”
My head jerks back and I take a step back. “Your job?”
What does her job have to do with this?
“Yes. We need to find you a match so that I can prove to my mother I’m ready to take over the company. You’re not going to back out, are you?”
I can’t believe she actually thinks I want to go on another one of these dates after last night. For someone who knows me, right now she’s freaking clueless.
“What we did was not a mistake, and even if it was, I’d do it again,” I tell her.
“Don’t say that.” She looks around like she’s uncomfortable.
“I don’t care who hears me. I want you, Willow. I’m not going on any more meaningless dates with girls I have zero interest in.”
Her lips part and I see her trying to figure out what to say. “But … I need you to. I need to prove to everyone that I can do this. You’re not going to follow through now? Just because we had sex?”
“I’m not going to follow through because I have no interest in being matched.”
“You agreed to this. You said you’d at least try and give me six months.”
I know what I said, and I hate letting her down, but I don’t see how she can think this is a good idea. “How the hell is that even going to work? You don’t really want me to date anyone, either.”
“Yes, I do! I set you up!” She puts a hand on her chest. “I’m the one who put you on that date.”
The date she showed up to? Yeah, she’s really selling me on this. “Do you not remember you skulking in the plants to spy on my date?”
She sniffs. “I wasn’t skulking.”
“No? What do you call it?”
“Supervising. I was making sure that you didn’t screw it up. Which you did.”
I laugh once and take another long draw of my beer. This girl is delusional. “It had nothing to do with the fact that I kissed you right before the date?”
“I kissed you.”
“No, that’s not what happened, but let’s just pretend that your twisted version of that kiss is right ... why did you show up at my date, huh?”
We both know it had nothing to do with her supervising anything. After being in her body, I was also in her head. Just like she’s been in mine every damn waking moment since the night we almost kissed on her floor.
“I already told you. I was … overseeing things.”
