Dare Me(28)

I set down the two mugs of coffee and slide onto the edge of the bed. As I trail a finger down her spine from neck to bottom, she slowly begins to move. “Good morning,” I tell her as my finger makes small circles on her bare hip.

She twists slowly in bed, rolling to her back. Her hair falls against my pillow, and she throws an arm over her eyes. “What time is it?” She asks, her voice gravelly.

“Time for you to get up.” I lean in and press a small kiss to her flat stomach. Her breasts lie perfectly on top of her chest with her nipples in hard little peaks. It takes every ounce of self-control to not join her naked body back in bed. “There’s coffee for you on the nightstand. I’m going to get in the shower.” I push myself off the bed and walk into the bathroom, where I undress. Tossing my clothes in the hamper, I step into the glass-encased shower.

Minutes later, I see her long, lean body through the glass shower door. She’s standing at the sink and twists her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head before joining me in the steamy heat.

As she begins to lather body wash into a sponge, she asks, “So how is today going to work? Do we act like we did last week? A brief hello in the hallways and no other interaction outside of weekly meetings?”

I pull her soapy body to me and press her up against the tile wall. “Nope. You’re going to go to lunch with me, and when you walk with Rowan to get your morning coffee, you’re going to bring me one.” I kiss her nose. “Just be you.”

Her lips part, and she pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth. “Just be me.” I can see the hesitation in her eyes, her concern, and her worries. She’ll never be a dirty little secret and I’ll prove it to her.

“Yes, Saige. Just you. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“There is everything to worry about,” she disagrees with a little shake of her head. “I was supposed to go have an innocent drink with my boss. That turned into a weekend of fantastic sex, and now I’m standing naked in his shower.”

I ignore everything she just said. “Medium roast, splash of cream, half packet of raw sugar.”

She blinks as droplets run down her beautiful face, her cheeks reddening from the steam. “Excuse me?”

I smirk. “That’s how I like my coffee.”

She’s stunned for a moment. “I can’t bring you coffee to your office, Holt. I’ve never brought you coffee before, let alone walked into your office. Everyone, and I mean everyone, will know we’re sleeping together.”

“Good.” I feel the smile spread across my face.

“Good?” She asks, confused.

“Yes. Everyone will know you’re mine.” I smile at the thought. At her stunned silence, I shrug one shoulder and rub the shampoo into my hair. “They’ll talk for a day, then they’ll move on to the usual gossip like what big celebrity is buying our next plane.” I really don’t see what the big deal is, and I honestly don’t give a shit if everyone talks about Saige and me, but Saige stands quietly, a concerned look on her face. Her lips are tight, and she feigns a weak smile.

“Okay,” she says, not convinced.

I give her ass a little smack, and she yelps. “Now shower up. We’re leaving in forty minutes. Wouldn’t want your boss to have to reprimand you for being late.” I wink at her, and she shakes her head, bewildered. I simply press a kiss to her lips. She’ll understand soon enough that I’m serious. Serious about her and serious about not giving a shit if the world knows she’s mine.

I could really get used to this. Saige in my bed, in my shower, in my life.





Saige

“You go up the elevator first. I’ll wait and take another one.” I wipe my sweaty palms on my dress and look around the lobby to see if anyone saw Holt and me arrive together.

He rolls his eyes at me amusingly. “There are security cameras everywhere in this building. I can guarantee you that more than fifty people have seen us arrive together. And they’ll see us leave together too.”

I sigh loudly, and Holt presses the call button for the elevator. “Relax. No one is going to say anything. No one will even notice us.”

The car arrives, and we step inside. I take a deep breath and glance at Holt, who is his usual calm, cool, collected self. The doors close, and we ride quietly to the floor staring at the closed doors. I replay our weekend over and over in my head and can’t believe how a couple of drinks turned into this. I glance at Holt and my stomach twists as the elevator slows to a stop and the doors open.

Holt slides his hand into mine and gives it a gentle squeeze. “Relax.” He leans in and presses a quick kiss to my cheek.

“Relax,” I repeat to myself with a curt nod. Stepping out of the elevator, I turn right and Holt turns left, each of us walking to our respective office spaces. Glancing back over my shoulder, I find Holt does the same and he smiles at me. That perfect smile, the one that melts my insides and makes my heart race.

I slide into my cubicle as quietly as possible, docking my laptop and powering it up. I hear Kinsley across the hall, talking on the phone, and I silently pray that Rowan went for coffee without me today.

“Spill it.” The words come out as a whisper-yell as Rowan sticks his head in my cube. “Grab your purse. You’re telling me everything.”