Be Mine… Or Else(4)

A wave of heat rolls down my own chest, past my stomach and between my thighs. I clench them together, trying to find relief, but all I can do is gasp for air as he towers over me. He leans down so slowly that I think he is going to kiss me, but he stops before his lips meet mine. My heart is pounding in my ears as everything around me fades away. Everything dulls except for awareness at how close Beau is to my body.

"Why haven't you called me?" His tone is stern and a little admonishing. I don't even notice I'm leaning up and trying to get my mouth closer to his. Something about his voice makes me want to be closer to him. I like it. I open my mouth to ask him what he means, but then I feel his hand on my hip. He stops me from getting closer to him, stops me from moving. His fingers dig into me as he grips me in a firm hold. "Not here."

"What?" I ask, lost in a lusty haze. I’m dying at the feel of his hand on me. He’s so close and everything in me is screaming at him to put his lips on mine. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.

"Jesus. I never imagined you could be so adorable and fuckable all at once," he growls. His fingers flex against me as if he doesn't want to let me go.

"You think I'm sexy?" It's the only part I’m able to process.

Beau takes a step back from me, releasing my hip. I miss his touch immediately and want to follow his retreat. He glances around, then suddenly I blink, remembering we are in a public place. I look around to see that the coffee shop is busy and some people are staring at us.

He runs his hand through his wavy black hair, making it messy. I bite my lip, wondering what I’ve done to make him so agitated. He’s clearly upset and I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve just made a fool of myself.

"You haven't called me," he says again, his tone accusatory.

"Call you?" How on earth could I call him? I don't have his number.

"I've given you my number multiple times now."

I shake my head, but he sighs and points to my cup. I glance down at it, and I gasp in shock. On the side of it is his name in bold with a phone number underneath it. I’m such an idiot.

"Oh," is what tumbles out of my mouth and I wish I could have thought of something better to say.

He runs his hand through his hair again, and I have the biggest urge to step toward him and fix it.

"I'll pick you up after work."

"Pick me up after work?" My mind is racing, and I can’t keep up with his train of thought.

"Yes." He steps forward again, like he can’t stand the space he put between us. He brings his hand up and grazes it across my jaw with a feather-light touch. "Wait inside and I'll come in and get you."

He leans down and brushes his nose along my neck. I swear I feel him inhale and breathe me in. His lips press against the soft skin below my ear, and I close my eyes. I have to be dreaming.

Suddenly, he’s gone and I’m standing there stunned. What just happened, and more importantly, how does he know where I work?





Chapter Four





Beau





"I want the Steele, Twin and Johnson files," I bark as I exit the elevator. Carrie jumps up from her desk and does as I ask.

I toss my full cup of coffee into the trashcan next to Katie's desk. She hands me a mug of coffee she made me. "I don't know how that place stays in business. The coffee is disgusting."

"Maybe because you stopped their eviction?"

I grunt at the reminder. The Heart law firm takes up the top three floors of the building. The other floors are rented out to different business. The bottom lobby is where the coffee shop is. They were months behind in rent so I started the eviction process. That was until the day I saw Dove in there. Instantly everything was put on hold, and I began drinking shitty coffee every day just to get close to my ray of sunshine.

"How is she?" Katie asks, breaking through my thoughts. I cut her with a hard look that does nothing. Anyone else around here would be running, but she just smiles at me and waits.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I clench my jaw. I don't like the idea of everyone knowing about her. Not yet anyway. I'm not ready to share her. I barely keep it together knowing security is aware of her, but I needed to have eyes on her at all times in order to keep my sanity.

I’m taking it slow with her and I don’t want to chance some little fuck trying to steal her out from under me. I don't know if she was single when I first met her, but thank god she is. One less thing to have to deal with, because I don’t like to imagine what I would have done to make her single. She’s been the breath of air I didn’t know I needed. The first spark of light I've seen in…I can’t remember, and I’m not letting her go. Ever.

Today's outfit didn't help. What was she thinking wearing that dress? The sight of her shapely curves being hugged and on display. The short length giving view to creamy thighs and every man’s fantasy in between them. A tight little pussy that may or may not have been covered. I think about her pink lips and if they were wet while she was talking to me, and I have to hold on to the edge of my desk to keep my knees from buckling. It wouldn't be so bad if I was with her all day, but I can't be. The thought of her being on her own and the edge of her dress showing more and more skin as she bends over throughout the day…