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Whatever this was, I wanted him to know I felt it too. The connection between us had never faded.
“This can’t be anything,” I lied, my voice hoarse. “We’re just friends.”
Keeping his eyes on the road, Brax squeezed my hand firmly.
“Yep," he agreed. "Friends."
The repeated words hung heavy, but our hands remained interlaced. We spent the rest of the trip in silence, neither one of us believing a goddamn word we said.
Twelve
DYLAN
“So, let me get this straight," Taylor said, with one perfectly threaded eyebrow cocked. "You’re working with your ex, you’re both in relationships, but he almost kissed you today?”
“You’ve managed to boil a complex situation down to its simplest form, but yes.”
Taylor picked at her manicured nails. “You are so royally fucked.”
I groaned in agreement and sank deep into my chair, waiting for the afternoon session of the conference to begin. I closed my eyes in an effort to clear my mind from my hot mess of a life, when I felt my phone buzz with an incoming text.
Taylor’s prying eyes glanced into my lap where my phone laid. “Is that him?”
I looked at my phone and shook my head.
“My boss," I replied, reading the message. "Asking if I can join her for dinner with the Omega team tonight.”
“Ex-lover boy might be there,” Taylor whispered, making a vulgar gesture with her hand. She was still giggling when the lights dimmed and the keynote speaker was welcomed onto the stage.
I didn’t hear anything the speaker said, nor did I care. Even though I was physically present, mentally I was back in Brax's car, holding his hand. The gravitational pull was so strong between us, I didn't know how we were going to keep this strictly professional.
Every time I thought about him, I felt a need. An urge. To touch him. To kiss him. To have him. All of him. Over and over again until death.
What’s that saying? If you love someone, let them go, and if they come back to you, you know they're yours?
Or some shit like that anyway.
Deep down though, I knew the truth: I’d never gotten over him.
I tried to not think about the feeling of him between my legs, but my thoughts diverted there anyway. I thought ruffling my fingers through his luscious, black hair as he knelt for me.
Teasing me.
Tasting me.
I rubbed my thighs together and silently cursed my filthy mind for making my body feel so turned on during a goddamn work conference. I shouldn’t have been having those thoughts about another man. Yet I couldn’t stop them.
I agonized over the fact that we were both in relationships.
But people have affairs all the time. Especially when they're unhappy.
My thought patterns were frayed. I wasn't thinking straight. Or at all. I was searching for reasons to justify being unfaithful. My concern for Zack’s feelings were outweighed by mine.
And the fact it was wrong wasn't going to be enough to stop me.
***
“I heard you made quite an impression today,” Marie said, linking arms with me as we walked into the riverside steakhouse for dinner. “Hopefully this is the beginning of what’s to be a long-term relationship between Omega and Gellar and Summers."
