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When we stopped in front of my building, the driver opened the door for me. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to handle someone opening and closing doors for me all day, but it was nice to be treated once in a while.
“Can I walk you to your door?” Brett asked.
I nodded. I couldn’t say no. Everything he did was so gallant and polite.
Brett walked me to my door. I fished in my bag for my keys before I looked up at him.
“Thank you for tonight,” I said. “I had a good time.”
“It’s my pleasure,” Brett said.
We stared at each other, and we were caught in a moment where time stood still. The atmosphere around us was thick with sexual tension, and all I could think about was how close Brett was to me.
Brett closed the distance and pressed his lips against mine. I froze. It was unexpected, and this was Brett, my boss. A second later I melted against him. His tongue slid into my mouth, and he tasted of desire and red wine.
Brett broke the kiss and took a step back. “Oh my God. I’m sorry.”
I shook my head.
“I have to go. I’m sorry. Have a good night.”
He turned on his heel and fled the scene, leaving me alone in front of my door, my lips still tingling where he’d kissed me.
Chapter 5
Brett
On Monday I woke up earlier than usual. I couldn’t sleep. The whole weekend I had been worried about Erica and that I had kissed her. I had invited her to dinner because I couldn’t stay away from her. I had told her it was to celebrate her first week, which was only partially true. It was more because I had wanted to be with her outside of the office.
I had kissed her, and that had been wrong. She had been so gorgeous in the dim light outside her door, and I had acted on impulse, following what I felt instead of listening to logic.
She was my EA, for fuck’s sake. She was the last person I should have been kissing.
If that had been the only problem, I would have been okay with it all. But I wasn’t sure how she felt about it. What if it had been one-sided?
God, I was such a fucking sap.
I had never given a shit before about what the women felt. But this was different. This was Erica. I cared about what she thought and felt. And she worked for me. It was like a double whammy. Or was that a triple?
Whatever it was, I’d fucked up, and I was worried that she wouldn’t want to work for me anymore. I had a bit of a reputation. I knew what they said about me. That I was a playboy who did the classic hit-and-run, fucking whoever I wanted and then moving along. It wasn’t entirely wrong, but I didn’t want Erica to think that about me.
I didn’t even know what to think of myself. Why had I done that? She hadn’t been giving me any signs. We’d had a perfectly good night filled with casual flirting and back-and-forth banter. I had no idea what had come over me. But with Erica being as mesmerizing as she was, I could guess what had come over me. Everything about her was different from how it had been with the others. Which was why this was so fucking dangerous. I was playing with fire. I might already have gotten burned. I would only find out when she came in, when I could get her alone to talk to her about what had happened.
This was an internship, I thought. She could walk away without looking back the moment she decided this wasn’t worth her while. I had only known her for a week, but I didn’t want her to do that. I didn’t want her to walk away.
I had been at the office for almost an hour when she finally arrived. And she was one of the first people in the office because she came in early as a rule.
“Can I talk to you in my office?” I asked Erica when I found her in her office.
She nodded. “I’ll be with you in a sec.”
I walked to my office and stood at the window, looking out over downtown New York. When Erica walked in, I turned.
“Close the door please,” I said.
Erica frowned slightly, but she did as I asked.
“Am I in trouble?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I am.”
This set her at ease, but I could tell she was curious and confused. I took a deep breath. There was no easy way to talk about this, which pissed me off. I was never at a loss for words. I was charming and in charge when it came to women. But Erica made me feel like I had to try harder, like I had to be a better man because she deserved that from me.
