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It feels as if I’ve been beaten at my own game by one hot, obliviousgeneticist.
Whatever reaction I thought he had to my question, I clearly misjudged it. He’s just being Wes. Staying in his lane, even as I try to drag him out of it with myteeth.
God, he’s got me so scrambled I can’t even get metaphorsright.
I swallow. “So, listen. I have lots of ideas to sell the app. Ben’s going to blow hisload.”
Wes shakes his head. “Great, but… can we stop with the sexualmetaphors?”
“What’s wrong?” For a second I’m so lost in his expression the book slips from my hands. “Whoops.”
He starts to reach for it, but I beat him, bending down to grab it. My skirt’s riding up, but I don’t reallycare.
At least until I straighten, my gaze locking withWes’s.
His pupils are huge and black. His jawtics.
I’m used to guys announcing what they want with their words, their bodies. But with Wes, it’s underwraps.
I’m clocking every microsecond of breath, every millimeter of movement. If I don’t tune in to him, I’ll miss every beautiful thing he’s givingme.
Because under the surface, if I calibrate just right, I can seeit…
He’s practicallyshouting.
It’s not like I want him to fuckme.
Except I do want him to fuck me. More than I can remember wanting anyoneto.
But more than that, I want him toknowme.
Now there’s a tug-of-war inside me. The buzzing that never quite leaves has somehow dialed up when all I wanted was to dull it for awhile.
I clear my throat, holding out the text. “Mybad.”
“I think it will survive,” he says, unclenching a fist long enough to take the book and tuck it under hisarm.
A throat clearing has me lookingup.
“Josephine.”
I whirl to see the last face I want to see emerging from the office down the hall. “Dad. What are you doinghere?”
“What areyoudoinghere?”
“Favor forBeck.”
“Your mother is planning dinner this weekend. You shouldcome.”
I can feel Wes’s gaze on me, and my father. Flicking between us, in confusion, then disbelief, thenrealization.
Wes isn’t stupid. He knows the guy who hired him is my dad. But,shit.This is not how I wanted him to findout.
All I want is to grab him and explain, especially when he nods to my father. “Terry. Excuseme.”
Wes starts down thehall.
It’s another minute before I can get out of the conversation with my father and run afterWes.
