Page 36 of Barron's Second Chance
He glanced around her at his cousin, who watched him with a small, if not guilty, smile. He knew Lissa had beguiled him into joining his date with Maria. Looks like Lissa got the result she was after.
"Next round's on me, Si," he told him quietly. "I'll let Ian know."
Before his cousin could respond, Lissa launched herself into his arms again. "Thank you, darling. You always treat me so good."
He grimaced as she again tried to sloppily kiss him, wrenching his head back and detaching himself from her embrace.
"You're welcome. Enjoy your night." He quickly turned on his heel before she once again attacked him.
He closed the door to his office softly, sighing as the music and chatter died down to a dull hum. He threw his keys and phone on his desk before sitting and swiveling around, hands at the back of his head.
It had been two weeks since he cornered Eden after her class. Two long weeks of constantly checking his phone and searching for her presence whenever he was out around town.
Sure, he had promised Eden that he wouldn't ambush her again and wait it out, but that didn't mean Barron couldn't say hi or give her a wave if he was out. He wasn't expecting her to call or text him straightaway per se, or at all really, but hot damn, he was expecting to at least see her around town.
One look at Eden at his parent's barbeque was not enough for him. He was no longer California sober, and he didn't give a shit anymore. She was the hit he needed after depriving himself, and he had no intention of getting clean.
He closed his eyes, bringing up the image of Eden. Over the years, he had watched her from a distance whenever she returned to New Haven. The day of the barbeque was the closest he had been to her since they were teens.
She was even more beautiful up close.
The red dress she had been wearing was like a beacon to him, causing Barron to hone in on her no matter where she was in the house. His eyes had greedily taken in her bare shoulders and long legs. Legs he would love to feel wrapped around his waist again. Shoulders he would love to cuddle at night.
Would that ever happen again? It was such a pipe dream at the moment. She was still so angry at him; that was clear. But underneath all that anger, he could feel their chemistry burning, like it always had since they were kids. But now, as adults, it seemed to smolder with an acute sexuality that had intensified over the years.
Surely she felt it, too?
With a frustrated breath, he ran his fingers through his hair. Maybe he should break his promise and call her?
A knock at the door brought him out of his musings, and he called out to whoever it was. His staff were usually self-sufficient and reported to Ian. Still, every so often, if Ian was on a break, they would interrupt to discuss something they deemed too important to decide for themselves.
He just hoped it wasn't Tracey.
"Is this where you hide?" A sultry voice sounded out.
He blew his breath out in annoyance. He would've preferred Tracey.
"Lissa. What are you doing back here? It's for staff only," he firmly said.
She pouted as she stepped, uninvited, he might add, into his small office space. "I thought you would make an exception for friends."
He shook his head at her act. "We’re not friends, Lissa."
"That's right." A determined glint shimmered in her eyes as she crowded his space. He slowly used his feet to push his chair back a few inches. "We were a lot more thanfriends," she emphasized.
"We haven't been that in a long time, either,” he corrected.
"But we can be again." She inched her dress up higher on her thighs until it reached the apex of her privates.
"Whoa!" He immediately stood and put his chair in front of him as a barrier. She had pulled her dress up further, and he caught a glimpse of her bare pussy. "Lissa, you need to leave."
"Aw." She stood there, her naked bottom half still exposed as she raked hungry eyes down his body.
"Are you trying to cover up your hard cock? Don't be shy." She attempted to move closer to him but stopped when he shoved his chair out in front of him, blocking any further attempts.
"No, I'm trying to stop you from embarrassing yourself. Get out, Lissa, before I call security." He was hoping it wouldn't get that far.
Her face flushed in anger as she yanked the front of her dress down haphazardly, not caring that it was still exposing a great expanse of thigh.
