Part 3 (2/2)

I should probably think thats crazy, too, but I found myself wanting to see how deep that hunger ran. Then when Sally cleared her throat, pulling us from the kiss fog wed fallen under, Flynn actually growled at having to pull away from the kiss. The sound traveled through my body and straight to my core. Sally also seemed to be amused by that as well. After introducing herself, she pulled Flynn from the room.

I look at the table, seeing it has dishes laid out with silver domes over each one. I wonder if a butler will come in and remove the lid like they do in those movies. I reach out to lift the lid, curious at whats underneath, when Flynn comes prowling back into the room.

Sorry, Sally can be like a mother hen sometimes, and she wanted to know every detail she could pull from me about you, he says as he stalks towards me, stopping next to my chair to bend down and kiss my cheek. The soft kiss lingers before he finally pulls back. Thank you for not leaving. He says it so softly Im not even sure he meant to say it at all. He sits in the chair next to mine and, taking me by surprise, he grabs my chair and pulls it closer to his so theyre right up against each other.

Still too much s.p.a.ce, he mumbles, standing up again and pus.h.i.+ng his chair back. He bends and lifts me into his arms. I squeak out in surprise and find myself sitting sideways in his lap, his a.s.s now planted in the seat I was just in. Much better, he says, releasing a deep breath like hes actually relieved and that the other chair had been causing him some distress or something.

You want me to eat sitting on your lap? I half-laugh like its funny, but I do want to eat sitting in his lap. I like his hands on me. I like even more how easily he seems to handle me. Im not a small girl, but he makes me feel like it. Compared to him, though, everything has got to be small.

I want to do everything with you sitting in my lap. He brushes my hair off my shoulder. I cant seem to stop myself now that I have you close enough to touch. I dont think Im able to stop.

I dont want you to stop, I admit. If hes going to be blunt about his feelings, Im going to do the same. I like how honest he is and how he doesnt seem to care that hes openly obsessed with me.

Im not sure I could, even if you asked me to. His eyes meet mine, and my heartbeats pick up at those words. Not because they scare me, but because they do the opposite. They turn me on. Holy f.u.c.k. We just sit and stare, unable to break eye contact. Maybe hes thinking I might freak out at his dark honesty, but I find I want to keep going down this rabbit hole.

Was that Sally woman okay? I ask, trying to lighten the thickness that seems to have coated the room.

She was just curious about you.

Curious about me? Why?

Sallys worked for me a long time, and never have I asked her to set something like this up for me. He motions to the table. h.e.l.l, shes never even seen me show interest in a woman, even though shes always trying to push me to date.

She tries to get you to date? I ask. That seems a little odd. I dont think Flynn would have a hard time finding dates. In fact, I wouldnt be surprised if hes not one of the most eligible bachelors in Los Angeles.

She thinks Im a workaholic. Which is true, he admits. Ive never even brought a woman here before, and today I called her all in a rush to have something set up here to get you into my home where you belong.

At his words, what he said earlier when he was pulling me from studio comes back to mind. Youre the only reason I was here for the shoot today. I repeat the words to him.

Yes. One hand cups my cheek, his thumbs stroking my jaw. Since your picture landed on my desk, I knew I had to meet you, so I set things in motion to make that happen. Its what I do, Cali. I just seem to know when something is worth going for, and when I saw you, I just knew youd be mine.

His other hand tightens a little on my thigh, like he thinks I might spring from his lap and run. Maybe I should. This is crazy after all, but I find myself leaning into his hand, liking his touch, his words. h.e.l.l, I like everything about him.

Good. I like that you came after me. It got me here sitting in your lap.

His face lights up at that, a smile spreading across it. He places a kiss on my lips but pulls back too soon for my liking.

Let me feed you. His hand drops away from my cheek as he reaches for the silver lid, lifting it to reveal a chili hot dog and tater tots. I burst out laughing because that is absolutely the last thing I would have guessed to be under that lid.

Its your favorite, he says, clearly confused about my laughter.

It is, I agree, but how did you know that? Or do I want to know?

A few years back, you did an interview with some curvy girl blog. One of the questions was about your favorite thing to eat.

I just stare at him, unsure how to respond to that. I cant even remember the article, but it wasnt unusual for me to do things like that for random blogs and magazines.

You also dont care for tiny dogs, want to own your own clothing line someday, and your first kiss was from a boy named Steven, whose last name I cant seem to locate. He growls the last part.

Why do you need Stevens last name? I have no idea why I choose to pick up on that after all hes just said.

I have my reasons. He growls that part, too, the jealousy clear in his voice. It makes me laugh.

It was the sixth grade and it was terrible. Does that make you feel any better? I tease. Im smiling so big Im sure I look like a freaking goofball, but the fact that hes jealous of Steve”who told everyone I showed him my b.o.o.bs, ending our one week boyfriend-girlfriend fling”is funny, cute and oddly turns me on.

Not really.

I laugh even harder, and he finally cracks a smile.

Anything else you seem to know about me?

I read them all. Anything and everything I could find on you. I needed something to hold me over until I got you here.

This is crazy, you know, I tell him.

He brings a tater tot to my mouth, and I open for him.

I dont care if its crazy. I needed something. I thought getting some information on you would help cool whatever this is, this need I seem to have for you, but it didnt work.

I dont like the idea of him cooling over me. I actually have this odd desire to throw fuel on this fire.

Is it cooling now? Now that Im sitting on your lap?

No. He picks up the hot dog and brings it to my mouth. I take a bite. His eyes are now trained on my mouth since he started feeding me. Its getting worse.

My body warms at his confession, and now I have a need, too.

Its not fair. You have me at a disadvantage. I didnt have a chance to Google you. Everyone else seemed to know who you were today.

Ask me anything you want and Ill tell you, he says, offering me another bite.

Give me the basics.

Im thirty-three, both my parents have pa.s.sed, Ive got a Masters in Business from UCLA, I own a hedge fund firm, and like you already know, Im a workaholic and thats pretty much all I do.

Sounds a little boring. I take another bite of the hot dog.

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