Fall Into You (Morally Gray, #2)(79)

The lift shakes a bit, then settles. I stand staring wide-eyed at the closed doors with Cole behind me and my heart pounding like mad until he says gruffly, “Excellent work this week, Ms. Sanders.”

His voice makes my nipples tingle. The timbre of it, so deep and husky, so beautifully masculine…it makes me remember things I shouldn’t.

Why am I such a fool for this man?

I close my eyes and take another deep breath. “Thank you, Mr. McCord.”

“How’s the 401(k) audit coming?”

I close my eyes and breathe, breathe, breathe. “I should have it completed by tomorrow.”

“Should? Or will?”

He moves closer until I feel his body heat. He lifts a lock of my hair to his nose and inhales. Then he makes a low sound in his chest, the exact sound of pleasure I’ve heard him make when his face is between my legs.

Steady, girl. Steady.

“I…I will.”

“Good. That’s very good, Ms. Sanders. I’m pleased.” He lowers his head and inhales deeply against my neck.

My nipples harden instantly. I swallow the moan of need building in the back of my throat.

His warm breath washing over my skin, he whispers, “I’ve missed you, baby. I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

“Really? Hmm. I must’ve missed all your phone calls. And your emails. And your inter-office memos. No, wait, I did get one of those. It wasn’t exactly filled with longing.”

After a moment, he says, “You’re angry.”

“You’re right. I am. Not only angry, but frustrated and confused too.” I turn around, face him, and push him gently back a foot or two. “Why have you been ignoring me?”

“I could never ignore you.”

“Yet you have been.”

“No. I’ve been obsessing over you. I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s all I do. I’m fucking useless.”

My pulse is jagged. I want him to pull me into his arms and hold me, but that also makes me feel pathetic, so I don’t ask him to. “Have you spied on me over the security cameras?”

“No, but only because I told you I wouldn’t act like a complete animal anymore. I’ve wanted to. I’ve wanted to pay someone on your floor to report all your movements back to me too, but I didn’t do that either.”

Falling into his eyes, I say, “You’ve been behaving yourself.”

“I’m still a wreck.”

“Baby steps.”

We smile at each other.

He says, “I need to tell you something.”

“What?”

“I like you.”

“Is that your idea of a compliment?”

“Yes. Because I don’t like anyone. But I like you very much. Aside from wanting to fuck you silly, I mean. I think you’re smart, witty, and incredibly good at your job.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Have you recently had a fall? Hit your head hard on the ground maybe?”

“No. Why?”

“Just wondering why we’re suddenly getting along so well.”

“We always get along well.”

“Yes, but usually there’s a bed involved.”

“About that…” He studies my mouth for a moment, then lifts his gaze to mine. “I want another sleepover.”





Cole





She stares at me for a beat of silence, then folds her arms over her chest and says acidly, “No. I’m sure you’re familiar with the word, because you say it so often.”

I don’t know why I was expecting this to be easy.

“You’re referring to the memo.”

“Yes, I’m referring to the memo. You remember the one with the giant black letters scrawled right over my polite request to see you?”

“I was having a bad day.”

“I’ve had nine of them since then.”

“So have I… Wait, you’ve been unhappy too?”

I can tell she’s annoyed with herself for admitting that, because she tosses her hair over her shoulder and adopts a bored attitude. “I’ve been great.”

I step closer to her, dying to feel her lips under mine. “Great, huh?”

“Amazing, actually.”

“Hmm.”

“I’m not joking.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

“Your face is saying it for you.”

“Shay?”

“Yes, Mr. McCord?”

I keep my voice gentle and look straight into her eyes. “I’m sorry I was so abrupt on the memo. I’m sorry I haven’t contacted you. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind, and I don’t know what the fuck to do about it. All I know is that I saw you standing there when the elevator doors opened, and I wanted to touch you so badly, I started to salivate.”

She studies me for a moment, then starts to laugh.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Because it’s ridiculous how easy it is for you to dazzle me.”

“I dazzle you?”

She stops laughing and says crossly, “Oh, don’t look so pleased with yourself. You know you do. And no, we’re not having a sleepover. I told you I didn’t want to be a bootie call.”