Something Great
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“No, my dad is the Mr. Knight,” he said, emphasizing the word “the” as he slowly advanced toward me, making me nervous, making my heart thump faster. “So technically, I’m not your boss.” Now he was standing right in front of me, his energy holding me, cuddling me, making me melt without even a touch. Then he backed away, giving me space. “So lunch buddy, what do you say?”
Frazzled, I stood there just putting the pieces of his words together, trying to register all that he had said. He was asking me out, and I was screaming inside saying yes, but my mind repeatedly said no. Oh God…how badly I wanted to say yes. “I shouldn’t…I mean, I can’t…I….”
“You mean, you’re scared,” he suggested. “All I’m asking is for one night.” He approached me again. “I promise you won’t regret it.” His fingers slowly brushed through my hair, holding on to the last bit of the strand. I stood there frozen, hypnotized by his words, by his touch. His hands moved to my face, gently cupping it as if he was holding a wounded dove, and idly stroking his thumb over my cheeks. “Women blush around me all the time. But the women who throw themselves at me don’t. I like how I can make your cheeks turn red. It’s different…sweet, yet sexy at the same time…somewhat innocent.”
Oooh…he was just being arrogant now. The office wasn’t big enough to fill the size of his ego. Sure, my body said yes, but my mind said no.
He continued. “And…somehow…you make me blush…and I’ve never blushed before. I think I like how that feels…too much.” His words were slow in coming, and every word made me wither in his deep sensual gaze, reeling me in.
I made him blush? Blinking, I reluctantly broke out of the hold he had on me, went to my desk, grabbed my workbag, and started heading out the door. “This meeting is adjourned, Mr. Knight,” I stammered.
Letting out an amused light chuckle, his eyes followed me storming out the door. But just before I left, I heard him mutter, “All right, you leave me no choice.”
What did he mean by that?
Chapter 12
“How was work?” Becky asked when I entered.
“Awful. Just awful.” Pouting, I went straight to my room, dropped my bag, changed into sweats, and sat on my bed. Sitting cross-legged on the edge of my bed, I ran my hair back and let out a heavy confused sigh.
Becky peered through the door that was already ajar. “What happened?”
I inhaled another deep sigh. “I’m in big trouble,” I said softly, without making eye contact.
I didn’t even hear Becky come into the room until I saw her slippers as she sat next to me, shifting me a little from her weight on my bed. “Whatever it is, I’m sure you can fix it.”
Looking into her eyes, I saw my sweet friend who was always so positive, always knowing the right words to say to me, but this wasn’t an easy fix. “I can’t fix this unless I move out of state,” I mumbled.
“Spit it out,” she said sternly. “Now I’m really worried. What happened?”
“Max happened,” I groaned, making a funny sound I couldn’t believe came out of my mouth.
Becky smiled, the kind of smile that surged a certain energy that was contagious, so I reflected the same smile back. “Tell me, tell me,” she said, way too excitedly.
As I explained the details of Max being my boss’s son and what had happened in the office, every emotion I had in me was portrayed through my tone, body gestures, and the speedy beats of my heart. Becky didn’t say a word as she listened, but her facial expression said it all. She was just as excited as I was.
“I’m in so much trouble,” I said at the end of my explaining. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I’ve been telling you to go for Max, but clearly if you are this distraught, you must care about Luke more than I thought you did. This is one decision you’ll have to make on your own, because this is your life. I can listen and tell you what I think, but I can’t feel what you feel since I’m not in your shoes.”
“Luke isn’t the ideal, prince charming type of guy. But he’s safe. He’d probably be the good husband that I could trust. But Max…he makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. When I’m with him, I spark alive. This wanting, needing, desire burns through me. Not only is he intelligent, but he can be a real gentleman, the protector, the romancer, the thoughtful guy. But…but…is he the faithful, family type of man? I don’t want to hurt Luke, but I don’t want to let Max slip through my fingers. What do I do?”
“Oh, Jenna, Jenna, Jenna; always thinking about other people’s feelings over your own. Don’t worry about hurting Luke. This is about you, and what you want. I wish I could tell you what to do, but this is going to have to come from you. Follow your heart…that is all I can say. You know I’m going to give you my two cents worth,” she giggled, draping her arm around my shoulder. “Taking the safe road is good, but sometimes, you may miss what could be better. I’d rather love hard and get hurt then not really love at all. Well, it’s a good thing you’ll be gone for several days. Maybe it will help you clear your head, and you can decide what you want when you come back.”
“I hope so.” I reached over and pulled Becky in for a hug. She was my comfort, my voice, my friend, and my sister. “Thanks,” I whispered.
Frazzled, I stood there just putting the pieces of his words together, trying to register all that he had said. He was asking me out, and I was screaming inside saying yes, but my mind repeatedly said no. Oh God…how badly I wanted to say yes. “I shouldn’t…I mean, I can’t…I….”
“You mean, you’re scared,” he suggested. “All I’m asking is for one night.” He approached me again. “I promise you won’t regret it.” His fingers slowly brushed through my hair, holding on to the last bit of the strand. I stood there frozen, hypnotized by his words, by his touch. His hands moved to my face, gently cupping it as if he was holding a wounded dove, and idly stroking his thumb over my cheeks. “Women blush around me all the time. But the women who throw themselves at me don’t. I like how I can make your cheeks turn red. It’s different…sweet, yet sexy at the same time…somewhat innocent.”
Oooh…he was just being arrogant now. The office wasn’t big enough to fill the size of his ego. Sure, my body said yes, but my mind said no.
He continued. “And…somehow…you make me blush…and I’ve never blushed before. I think I like how that feels…too much.” His words were slow in coming, and every word made me wither in his deep sensual gaze, reeling me in.
I made him blush? Blinking, I reluctantly broke out of the hold he had on me, went to my desk, grabbed my workbag, and started heading out the door. “This meeting is adjourned, Mr. Knight,” I stammered.
Letting out an amused light chuckle, his eyes followed me storming out the door. But just before I left, I heard him mutter, “All right, you leave me no choice.”
What did he mean by that?
Chapter 12
“How was work?” Becky asked when I entered.
“Awful. Just awful.” Pouting, I went straight to my room, dropped my bag, changed into sweats, and sat on my bed. Sitting cross-legged on the edge of my bed, I ran my hair back and let out a heavy confused sigh.
Becky peered through the door that was already ajar. “What happened?”
I inhaled another deep sigh. “I’m in big trouble,” I said softly, without making eye contact.
I didn’t even hear Becky come into the room until I saw her slippers as she sat next to me, shifting me a little from her weight on my bed. “Whatever it is, I’m sure you can fix it.”
Looking into her eyes, I saw my sweet friend who was always so positive, always knowing the right words to say to me, but this wasn’t an easy fix. “I can’t fix this unless I move out of state,” I mumbled.
“Spit it out,” she said sternly. “Now I’m really worried. What happened?”
“Max happened,” I groaned, making a funny sound I couldn’t believe came out of my mouth.
Becky smiled, the kind of smile that surged a certain energy that was contagious, so I reflected the same smile back. “Tell me, tell me,” she said, way too excitedly.
As I explained the details of Max being my boss’s son and what had happened in the office, every emotion I had in me was portrayed through my tone, body gestures, and the speedy beats of my heart. Becky didn’t say a word as she listened, but her facial expression said it all. She was just as excited as I was.
“I’m in so much trouble,” I said at the end of my explaining. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I’ve been telling you to go for Max, but clearly if you are this distraught, you must care about Luke more than I thought you did. This is one decision you’ll have to make on your own, because this is your life. I can listen and tell you what I think, but I can’t feel what you feel since I’m not in your shoes.”
“Luke isn’t the ideal, prince charming type of guy. But he’s safe. He’d probably be the good husband that I could trust. But Max…he makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. When I’m with him, I spark alive. This wanting, needing, desire burns through me. Not only is he intelligent, but he can be a real gentleman, the protector, the romancer, the thoughtful guy. But…but…is he the faithful, family type of man? I don’t want to hurt Luke, but I don’t want to let Max slip through my fingers. What do I do?”
“Oh, Jenna, Jenna, Jenna; always thinking about other people’s feelings over your own. Don’t worry about hurting Luke. This is about you, and what you want. I wish I could tell you what to do, but this is going to have to come from you. Follow your heart…that is all I can say. You know I’m going to give you my two cents worth,” she giggled, draping her arm around my shoulder. “Taking the safe road is good, but sometimes, you may miss what could be better. I’d rather love hard and get hurt then not really love at all. Well, it’s a good thing you’ll be gone for several days. Maybe it will help you clear your head, and you can decide what you want when you come back.”
“I hope so.” I reached over and pulled Becky in for a hug. She was my comfort, my voice, my friend, and my sister. “Thanks,” I whispered.
