Page 73 of A Bossy Surprise

“I don’t know what you saw, but you didn’t see me kiss Eugene.”

“Eugene?” I snigger. “What the hell kind of name is that?”

“It’s a perfectly fine name, and I didn’t kiss him. He tried to kiss me, but I put a stop to it.”

“But I saw—”

“I don’t know where you were lurking, or what angle you got, but I didn’t kiss Eugene. We just went out for drinks and he mistook the vibe.”

“So there’s nothing going on between you andEugene?”

“How many times am I going to have to say it? No, I’m not interested in Eugene.”

Her words make me happier than if someone told me I had just won the lottery.

Relief washes over me, but so does embarrassment.

I just yelled at her because I was jealous. I allowed myself to lose my cool, which is out of character for me.

We stare at each other, and although I am at peace, the look Kayla is giving me would probably turn me to stone if she tried a hair harder.

“I can’t believe you came over here to yell at me because you thought I was seeing someone.”

“I didn’t—”

“Who the fuck do you think you are, trying to police my life in this way?”

“I’m sorr—”

“I mean, the audacity you must have to think this is okay.”

I could try to explain myself and apologize, but clearly she doesn’t want to hear it. So the alternative is obvious. At least in my head.

I kiss her.

My hands go to the small of her back and I feel the exact moment the rage leaves her body.

I pull away. “Kayla I want you. I have never wanted anyone like this in my life. Not having you is driving me crazy.”

She gazes up at me with those hazel doe-ish eyes and I can tell I have broken her resolve.

She reaches a hand up slowly and runs it through my hair

A chill runs down my spine.

She grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to her and entangles our lips.

She backs us into her apartment and I kick the door closed behind us.

My hand finds its way to the hem of her tank top and I slide it under the fabric. Her skin is so soft and warm to the touch. I inch my hand higher, but her top is too tight.

I don’t want to break our kiss, but I need my hands on her breasts.

I take the fabric at her chest in both my hands and rip the material down the middle and she gasps into my mouth.

I push the tatters off her shoulders and finally raise my hands to her breasts. It’s almost as if they were created to balance perfectly in the palm of my hands.

I squeeze gently and she whimpers.