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Am I trying too hard, is that it?
The sound of Damon’s laptop closing breaks my depressed state of mind. I focus on watching him grab his coat from the behind-the-door hook. He seems to notice something because he leaves his office and comes back in with my dark green scarf in his hands.
“Is this yours?”
I nod, and he takes leisurely slow steps closer to me,positioning himself so that his slacks graze my knees. Then he wraps the scarf around my neck.
“Don’t,” he warns, but what for, I have no clue.
“Don’t what?”
I feel so alone.
I have a family that loves me and that I love. Though it’s not enough. This thing with Harvey’s dragging me down. He’s like my anchor, and he’s slowly forcing me to drown with him.
His hand grabs my neck, and he squeezes. “Don’t be sad.”
My lips part in response, and he eyes them before looking away.
How crazy is this? That sometimes you meet someone and everything changes? Over a week ago, I didn’t know Damon.
Now all I see, think, and dream of is him.
Damon Dreygon.
He’s not the solution to my issues, but he’s a tempting distraction.
“Smile,” he orders me, grabbing hold of my chin.
No, no, no. Don’t let him.
I let him and smile. He frustrates me during the day, but outside work hours, he places magical butterflies in the pit of my stomach.
“There she is,” he muses with a smirk of his own. I shouldn’t do this. He doesn’t know I have a boyfriend. I’m leading him on, and I don’t even know why. He pushes a strand of hair back and fingers the green gemstone that fits in the crook of my ear.
“One day you’ll tell me, Red,” he says simply.
Red? Because of my dark amber hair? No longer Ms. Ackerman?
“Tell you what?” It’s an earring. How could he possibly know its meaning, its worth to me?
“You change all your earrings every day, except for that one. That can only mean one thing...”
The fact that he notices the smallest detail about me blows my mind.
He makes every part of my insides melt. With his touch, with the sound of his voice, with the looks he gives me. I don’t want to wonder what tasting him would be like, yet I do.
Harvey’s clearly not thinking of me. Therefore, I should stop thinking of him.
“And what’s that?” I’m leaning in, playing with fire. The rebel in me dictating my actions. I’m a rebel in disguise if only you take the time to look long enough.
“It’s special,” he whispers in my ear, goose bumps rising down my collarbone, my arms, my chest. My nipples are perking against the tight black dress I borrowed from Gia. Though I’m not a dress girl—I prefer jeans or skirts—I make an exception for work.
Willing to fuel the fire, I lean forward as his hand lands atop of my waist and he squeezes, hard. I can’t imagine what it’d feel like without my winter coat shielding me from his touch.
It’s more than the gesture that’s making me blow up inside. It’s the way he looks at me, like I contain all the answers he’s been looking for. Like he wants to throw everything off his desk and do me on it instead.
I inch even closer, though we still have some distance.
