Part 6 (1/2)

Checking his mirror to make a safe lane change, he looked over at me. ”It's not that. I just want you to keep your focus. It's only fair to Norman and those we met today.”

I sat there, not believing what I was hearing. ”Okay, whatever.”

”You're mad.”

”h.e.l.l yes, I'm mad. You've never behaved this way with me before and honestly? I don't like it.”

”You've never taken personal calls while on the job before,” he said with clenched teeth.

”Are you blind? Of course I have. It happens quite frequently, but like today, I always keep them to a minimum and call them back later. What's gotten into you?”

Reaching the exit for our hotel, he switched lanes again and got off. ”Nothing has gotten into me. I just expect a lot from my employees, you especially.”

”And I've never given you any reason to question that.”

Pulling into the hotel parking lot, he found a parking spot and parked the car. Turning off the ignition, he turned to me.

”No, you haven't. I just don't want you to start.”

That upset me even more. Letting out a deep breath, I undid my seat belt and opened the door.

”What are you doing?” he asked as I got out.

Not answering, I slammed the door and started for the hotel entrance. Even when I heard his car door slam, I kept going. Before I made two more steps, he swung me around.

”We weren't finished,” he said forcefully.

”Oh yes we were. I'm not continuing this discussion with you. I don't have to prove what a good employee I am because I already have. I can't help whatever issues you have with Ethan, but they're not my problem. I'm a d.a.m.n good a.s.sistant, and you know it.”

Attempting to turn around, he swung me back into his arms, slamming me against his chest. Startled, I put my hands on him, trying to push away. ”Aly,” he whispered, holding me tight to him. ”You are driving me crazy.”

Before I knew what was happening, he slammed his lips down on mine in a mind-blowing kiss. Stunned, I just stood there, not registering completely what was going on. Finally, feeling his tongue sliding across my lips, I melted into the kiss and opened my mouth.

His tongue dove inside and my knees buckled. Lifting me up, Paul held me around my waist as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I heard him groan. Turned on more than I ever have been in my life, I thrust my tongue into his mouth then threaded my hands through his wavy hair. It felt better than I'd ever imagined and I was lost. His lips were soft and the power of his kiss stunned me into a pa.s.sion I never knew existed. His tongue swirled in my mouth shooting an electrifying current through me that made me moan deeply in his mouth.

I just wanted to drink him in and never forget how good he tasted. The taste of cloves was dominating and I knew it would be imprinted in my soul from now on. My breathing accelerated as the realization that he was kissing me hit me even deeper. I never ever antic.i.p.ated this and now that it was finally happening, I never wanted it to end. My heart jumped out of my chest when I felt him suck on my lower lip. I knew that things with Paul would never be the same again. We had crossed over to a new path, one that I'd been waiting on for him for years.

I felt his hand go to the back of my neck, pulling my hair so my head went back, giving him access to my neck. He broke the kiss and began kissing my neck, down to my collarbone. I moaned at his touch. Feeling him smile against my skin, he started back toward my lips when we heard a car driving into the parking lot.

Realizing we were standing in the way, Paul broke the kiss and dragged me to the gra.s.s area by the hotel entrance. Still out of breath from our searing kiss, I took deep breaths and tried to come back to reality.

Glancing over at Paul, I saw he was doing the same thing as he looked at me. Seeing the l.u.s.t in his eyes, the fire inside of me erupted again. Trying to gain control, it finally hit me.

Paul Pierce just gave me the s.e.xiest kiss I'd ever had in my entire life.

The drive back was full of tension and heat. We didn't say much after what had happened. I was in shock and I think Paul was too. I couldn't tell if he regretted what happened and I was too afraid to ask. We both just acted like we were fine and kept the conversation generic. There were so many times that I wished he would just tell me why he did that, what he was feeling. My head was spinning from all of the emotions he caused, but I knew there was no way I could be the one to bring it up at that moment. I was too nervous of what he might tell me.

When he dropped me off at my apartment, I couldn't get out of the car fast enough. I grabbed my bag and rushed inside. He didn't follow me in, just drove off without a second glance. While it kind of stung, I shoved it aside. I was still replaying his kiss over and over in my mind.

I called Ethan after I'd taken a hot, relaxing bath.

”Hey,” he answered. ”Home safe and sound?”

”Yes, sir,” I teased.

”Ha ha, very funny. How did everything go?”

”It went well. We got to meet the mother and daughter from the photo and they were darling. We also met some other families who were very sweet. Of course, there were some who didn't welcome us, but I'm hoping that will change.”

He sighed. ”There's always some who don't welcome us, Al. Don't let it get you down. Once things start rolling, I'm sure they'll change their minds.”

”I hope so. We met the little girl of one who opposes us and she was so sweet. I talked to her for a few minutes and asked her what some of her favorite things are. Thinking back, I probably shouldn't have even talked to her, but I couldn't help myself.”

I heard him adjust the phone at his ear. ”I'm sure it's fine. It just makes me mad when it's the kids who suffer the most. Why some parents won't accept our help when they can't do it themselves always puzzles me.”

”It's pride. Their pride gets in their way of what is best for their family.”

Ethan sighed. ”Yeah. Well again, all we can do is hope they change their minds and let us help them.”

I agreed with him. We talked for a few more minutes, Ethan catching me up on his weekend. I teased him about his latest date, knowing it wouldn't last long by the sound of his tone. He was so picky and I often wondered how any woman would break through his walls.

After we hung up, I crawled into bed. Snuggling down into my covers, I rolled onto my side, putting my head on my arm. The last thing I remember thinking about before sleep overtook me was Paul's kiss.

Monday morning came and I was nervous to go to work. That annoyed me. I shouldn't be. He kissed me and it was not a big deal.

At least that's what I kept trying to tell myself.

I hadn't heard a word from him since he dropped me off Sat.u.r.day night, not that I expected to. One minute I was telling myself his kiss meant nothing, the next minute I was telling myself that I was an idiot and that it meant everything.

I got to the office early and was relieved to see Paul hadn't arrived yet. I got myself situated and immediately started looking into expanding Pierce Homes to other cities. At least an hour went by before I heard Paul's deep voice out in the hall and I froze. Darting my eyes between my desk and the bathroom, I wondered if I had enough time to escape when he quickly walked in.

”Um, good morning, Aly. How was the rest of your weekend?” he asked.

My stomach did somersaults as I sat back against my chair and did my best to remain calm. ”Good morning, Paul. It was uneventful. Yours?”

Running a hand through his hair, he looked everywhere but at me. ”Same. Actually, can I speak to you in my office, please?”

Without waiting for me to reply, he walked straight in there. My heartbeat raced as I stood up and slowly walked in behind him. I was afraid I knew what he wanted to talk about and it made me nervous.

I closed the door and stood with my arms folded. He was setting his briefcase down on his desk and looked over at me. ”You can come in, you know.”

I walked forward a few steps, but didn't sit down. I didn't want to get too comfortable. Plus, if I remained standing, it would be easier to run away.

”Aly,” he began, then paused.

”What do you need, Paul?”

”I feel like I need to apologize for what happened.”

Pain seared through my chest and I fought for composure. Of course. I should have known. He didn't mean to kiss me. As I was contemplating how to give him my two weeks notice, he continued.