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We all make sacrifices, I tell myself.
I can’t help but wonder what Jenson sacrificed, and if it was worth it.
Chapter6
Jenson
“Your 9 a.m., Mr. Sharpe.”
Brett smiles and backs out of the doorway, revealing Mel.
She’s wearing a pair of heels I picked out, clearly uncomfortable in them. I can see why—they’re an easy three inches, a dark plum that compliments her skin beautifully and makes her lipstick stand out as well.
My eyes are glued to her mouth. I almost forget to stand as she enters.
The door closes and we’re alone.
All of a sudden, the words stick in my throat—for the first time in years. I stare at her, panic slowly closing my throat as I flounder.
Then my cell dings with a calendar reminder.
Breathe. Relax.
“Would you like some coffee?” Relief washes over me, and for some reason, Mel looks relieved as well. Her eyes scan the large office and I suddenly realize she’s uncomfortable in here.
“Yes. That sounds great.”
A folder is tucked against her middle. The NDA, I’m guessing, though she never texted me for any questions or clarifications. Hopefully, her signature is scrawled on the last line.
Hopefully, my scramble to find a good enough reason for Roy to give me the company ends here, today.
Holding the door open, I actually hold my breath as Mel walks through. Brett watches us with a slightly surprised look. I rarely leave my office when someone comes to me, preferring to keep them in my domain instead. But if this is going to look real, Mel will need to be the exception.
We take the elevator down to the main floor and start the long walk to the lobby. It’s separate from the main employee elevators, more private, and I’m happy for the solitude, as I need to get my bearings. I’m learning that being close to Mel makes me…dizzy, almost. But in an oddly addictive way.
It’s quiet in the halls as everyone is settling into the workday by now. Very few people look at us, thanks to my reputation.
Then a man turns the corner.
I recognize him immediately and pull Mel to the side, into an alcove.
She gasps and stumbles against me. I spin us both, pressing her up against the wall, in the shadows.
Her scent surrounds me, her hair tickling my collar as I grip her waist.
“Hold still,” I whisper, before swooping down to capture her lips.
A smaller gasp, one that I eagerly inhale as I deepen the kiss. I feel her body weaken slightly as she grips my shoulders for support. Those heels, those damn heels…they have us almost perfectly matched in height.
My mind runs away with images of that lipstick, too, the marks it’ll leave on us both. I get so lost in running my tongue over her lower lip that I completely forget what this is for.
“Jenson—?”
Roy is rightfully shocked.
I pull back and look to the right, where the old man stands frozen in the hallway. Behind his wire-rimmed glasses, his eyes narrow, and dive to Mel next. My grip around her waist loosens as I step back.
“Roy. My apologies.”
