“I’m just surprised you’re so close with him considering what happened. I don’t think anyone else would be able to handle the situation with such maturity. I mean, you loved this woman and wanted to spend your whole life with her…and then she left you for someone else. I know I wouldn’t be able to put on a straight face and shake hands with the woman who took my man away.”
I wouldn’t either, but I couldn’t tell her that. I was tempted to tell her the truth, but since the incident was still so fresh, I knew I had to wait a while. If she told anyone the entire relationship was bogus, it would ruin Titan’s reputation. Right now, people were focused on the brave way she fought off her attacker. She was considered to be a hero. I wouldn’t take that away from her. “I can spend my time being angry about it, or I can just let it go. I choose to let it go.” I turned back to my notes and wrote a few things down.
I knew she was staring at me across the table, those large green eyes glued to my face. Her dark hair was pushed back behind her shoulders, putting her pretty face right in the forefront.
I looked up to see her straight-on look. “What?”
She finally broke eye contact. “Nothing.”
The game was on the TV, and I sat in the living room with a bottle of beer resting on a coaster. It’d been a long day at the office, tons of paperwork and meetings. The only highlight of the day was seeing Autumn.
Damn, those eyes.
I loved the way they sparkled, like jewels. She was prettier than a doll and sexier than a model. She had everything the ideal woman should possess—brain and sass. I liked everything about her, not just the beauty between her legs.
That was why I was thinking about her now.
I missed her.
I grabbed my phone and sent a text. Thinking about you.
Yeah?
Yeah.
What exactly are you thinking about that includes me?
You naked on my bed.
Interesting. Now I’m thinking the same thing.
I grinned at her banter, loving the way she was naturally playful. Come over. I’ll make dinner. It was earlier than when we usually saw each other.
You know how to cook?
Not a Thanksgiving feast, but I can make a few things. What do you say?
Hmm…free food and good sex.
I grinned wider. That sounds like a pretty good deal to me.
I’ll be over in a bit.
Looking forward to it. I hopped off the couch the second the conversation was over and got to work in the kitchen. I didn’t want to do anything too basic because I wanted to impress her, so I made chicken Marsala on a bed of noodles along with mushrooms and broccoli. The second I was finished and the pans were soaking in the sink, the elevator beeped with her arrival.
I was there when the doors opened, standing in just my sweatpants. Anytime I was home, I was shirtless. Sitting in my own skin was the most comfortable position, so I enjoyed it when I wasn’t in the office. I was used to wearing a stiff suit all day, a thick tie wrapped around my neck.
She was in jeans and a tight black sweater, dressed casually but sexy at the same time. She could have come in just a towel, and I would have grinned just the way I was now. Dark red lipstick was on her mouth, and her eyelashes were thick and seductive. I’d never seen her without makeup, but I imagined she would look just as beautiful without it. I whistled under my breath and looked her up and down. “I like a woman in jeans.”
“Well, you’re going to like me, then.” She stepped into my penthouse then moved right in for a kiss. Her hand wrapped around my neck, and she stood on her tiptoes to kiss me. The passion in her lips told me she’d wanted to kiss me for the last half hour, that she’d been thinking about me since I texted her.
I grabbed her and pulled her tightly against my body, feeling her perfect curves right against my hard chest. My fingers dug into her jeans then migrated to her ass. My hands dug in and gripped both cheeks.
I loved that ass.
She was the first one to introduce tongue, and she gave it to me with vigor. She pulled me deeper into her, like she hadn’t seen me in weeks rather than a few hours. After the tense way we ended things at the office, this was a complete flip.
“You really have been thinking about me…” I smiled against her mouth, feeling my self-worth double just like it was a holding in the stock market.
Her hand pressed against my hard-on in my sweatpants. “Just as you’ve been thinking about me…” She batted her eyelashes playfully then walked away from me, her hand sliding across my crotch until she passed me.
Dumbfounded, I stood there for a moment. Her confidence was sexy. I hadn’t met a woman who held so much power and wasn’t afraid to show her awareness of it. She didn’t pretend to be humble about her gifts.
When I could finally stop thinking about her hand against my crotch, I turned around and escorted her into the dining room. “Hungry?”
“Definitely.”
I pulled out the chair for her before I took the seat across from her. “Wine?”
She sat down and pushed her glass across the hardwood table. “Please.”
I filled both of our glass before I placed a napkin in my lap.
She picked up her silverware and stared at me instead of cutting into
