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“I-I don’t know. You’re my boss, and you hate me, so it’s weird.”
“I don’t hate you. Look, I don’t want this…” he waved a hand between us, “whatever this is between us, to ruin a good working relationship. You need to let this go, so we can be friends.”
“Oh, I need to let it go, huh?”
He grinned at me, “Well, I think one of us needs to.”
“I think one of us is crazy.”
“Why? I just changed my mind about you. That’s all. Do you doubt me?” he asked.
“Well, can you blame me? We went on one date…”
“It wasn’t exactly a date…”
“We went on one date,” I repeated firmly. “And then I never heard from you again. Okay, fine. Sometimes things don’t work out, and that’s fair. But then almost two years go by…”
“A year and a half.”
“Whatever! And you show up out of the blue, all suave and smug…”
“You think I’m suave, Cruz?”
“And acting like you own the place…”
“I kinda do.”
“Shut up. And you tell me I can’t take my damn breaks, because you don’t like it when I sit with other men—really? I mean, how fucking dare you?”
He stepped in closer, his eyes like a damn snake charmer’s, never leaving mine, hypnotizing me with his gaze. He leaned in and kissed the shit out of me, banging my head back against the wall and making me see stars. Well, something made me see them, anyway. I was damned near breathless when he finally let me up for air, but I still couldn’t let this stand.
“You kissed me. Twice now.”
“I did.”
“I thought you said you didn’t want whatever this thing was between us to ruin our friendship.”
“Yeah, about that… I’m thinking that I probably have enough friends already.”
“God, you’re such an asshole.”
He shrugged. “Besides,” he said, leaning in to nuzzle my ear. “I decided I don’t like the idea of another man’s hands on you. Not one damn bit.”
“He didn’t have his hands on me.”
“Oh, but he wanted to.”
He kissed me again and took his sweet time about it. When he finished with me, I was sagging against the wall. He leaned back and patted my cheek.
“Now you go back to work, baby, and we’ll talk more later. Your shift is almost over, so we can discuss it more then. Oh, and Cruz…”
I looked at him, my face still flaming, because he was so damn arrogant, and why did that appeal to me so much?
“No more flirting, okay?”
“What? What the hell are you talking about?” I mean, what the actual fuck was happening? “Tell me what this is all about.”
“I’m going to. I promise, but not now. Not here in the men’s room. People might talk.”
