Her Secret Valentine - Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Kiara had signed off on her third divorce for the morning and was neck-deep in paperwork when she heard her door close with a click. Annoyed at the intrusion, she glanced up from her desk and froze.
"What are you doing here?"
Ashton's smile made something in her chest kick and she didn't like it.
"Is that any way to greet your boyfriend after not seeing him for a week?"
Kiara didn't know what aggravated her more: the fact she'd missed a guy she barely knew or the fact she liked the boyfriend label.
"I'm busy," she snapped, gesturing to the pile of folders on her desk.
"Ouch." He clutched at his heart and sauntered towards her, and her pulse accelerated with every step closer. "You know I would've gotten out of it if I could but Elliott insisted I fly to Sydney personally to get that flaky client to sign on the dotted line."
"You had urgent work, I get it," she said, standing when he stopped two feet away so as not to have him towering over her. "Like what I have now. So please leave—"
His mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss that left her boneless and clueless as to how to stop this ridiculous yearning she had for him.
Strong career women didn't yearn. They kicked ass and came back for seconds. But as his arm swept around her waist and pinned her to him, where she could feel exactly how much he'd missed her, she didn't just yearn. She craved with every cell in her body.
"We can't do this here." She laid her palms against his chest and pushed away lightly. "Door can't lock."
"What is it with us? Too much glass, doors that won't lock." He sent a pointed look at his hard-on. "You're seriously cramping my style, babe."
She chuckled at his mock wounded expression. "How about you come to my place tonight around eleven? The bachelorette party should be done by then."
He rolled his eyes. "You better not be having a stripper."
"Now why would I need a lap dance from a buffed, bronzed, gorgeous male specimen when I have you?"
She flashed him a sweet smile as she patted his chest in complete condescension.
"Want to hear a secret?" He crooked his finger and she couldn't help but lean in. "I'll do more than give you a lap dance after the bachelorette party."
He snagged her hand and pressed it to his groin. "You can count on it."
Raising her other hand to his mouth, he pressed a kiss into the palm and curled her fingers over it before releasing her and sauntering towards the door.
"One more thing," he said over his shoulder.
"What?"
"A week is a long time to miss you so don't plan on sleeping tonight."
When the door clicked, Kiara collapsed into her ergonomic chair, reached for the nearest folder and fanned her face.
When the heat subsided she tapped at her keyboard, brought up the barista's menu at her nearest café and ordered two bags of his special roast blend.
She planned on ingesting a lot of caffeine so she could be up all night.