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“Answer your phone.”
“What just happened?” he repeats, ignoring the call.
“I don’t want to do this. I need up and I need to go to my office. And I don’t like you trapping me like this.”
He rolls us to our sides, but his leg cages mine. “Talk to me.”
“Now you want to talk?”
“Yes. I do. I’m not letting you up until you tell me what just happened.”
“It’s like I challenged you to make me hate you so you have to prove yourself right. I can’t do this. I can’t feel—this.”
“Don’t say that. Whatever I just made you feel, whatever ‘this’ is, I didn’t mean to make you feel it.”
“Says the man who wants me to hate him.”
“I don’t. I don’t want you to hate me. I don’t want you to push me away.”
“You’re the one pushing.”
“I’m going to say this again because I want you to know I mean it. Whatever I just made you feel, I don’t want to make you feel that ever again.”
“I don’t think you can help yourself.”
“I can. For you, I can.”
“I’m a strong person.”
“I know you are.” He strokes a strand of hair behind my ear. “And it’s sexy as hell.”
“I’m strong because I know what makes me tick. I don’t even date, in order to stay focused on my career. I can’t mix this and that. I can’t be what you want me to be, what I need to be for me, in the boardroom, with you fucking with my head.”
“Carrie,” he says, his hand settling on my face. “I don’t want you to push me away. We’ll do this together.” His thumb strokes my cheek. “We’ll work out rules this weekend.”
“You’re going to follow rules?”
“I want you, baby. I want to know you, not just fuck you, and the migraine is not an excuse, but it makes it easy for me to slip into old ways.”
The phone on his desk buzzes. “Reid, you have Grayson Bennett on the phone.”
“Tell him I’ll be right there,” he calls out and looks at me. “Don’t move. Please.”
“Go get the call.”
“Tell me you won’t run for the door.”
“Reid, damn it, get the call. We need his business. I won’t leave.”
He kisses me and rotates, walking to the desk and grabbing the phone. “Grayson,” he answers. “Good to hear back from you.” He listens for a moment. “We’ll be at the chopper pad in two hours.”
I’m standing at his desk across from him when he disconnects. “He wants us to have dinner with him at his Hamptons home. Tonight, baby. Let’s go pack for an overnight stay and then go nail the deal of a century. He wants to get to know you before he talks about a project he has brewing.” He rounds the desk and pulls me to him. “But not the way I want to get to know you.” He cups my face. “I want to know you, Carrie. I’m obsessed with knowing you, woman. I know the smartest thing for you to do is to walk away, but I already told you last night—I can’t let you.”
“Instead you’ll just push me and push me until I do it for you?” I don’t give him time to reply. “No. In or out, Reid. Isn’t that what you told me? And before you answer, I don’t want asshole-Reid. I want you. The real you. I won’t tell that he exists if you don’t.”
“You might not like what you discover,” he warns.
“Does that mean you’re going to let me find out?”
