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“Are you leaving me here, or escorting me to my door?”
“Your door.”
“How very kind of you, Sir.” Sal grumbles at my use of “sir” and I can’t help but laugh. “I don’t know why you’re so opposed to it, Sir. It suits you.”
“It suits me?”
“It does. You’re verySirlike.” For some reason I put on a very deep voice when I say that and Sal snorts.
“You know, some people may not like your ‘say what you think’ nature, but I quite enjoy it.” Sal’s eyes sparkle and I fake a frown.
“I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or?—”
“Always a compliment, Keels. I can’t imagine ever saying a bad thing about you.”
“Another compliment. Thank you.”
When we reach my door, I pull Sal into me, wrapping my arms around his neck, giving him a squeeze. Trying to be funny, I press a kiss to his cheek, only when I pull back, the energy shifts between us. “I really did have fun tonight,” I whisper, my arms still locked around him, jolting when his palms settle on my waist. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. It’s been a while since I let myself relax and switch off.”
“Well, we have to change that.” I blink slowly as I stare up at him, and I may be imagining it, but I swear Sal’s palms clench around me ever so slightly. My fingers dance across the skin at the back of his neck as my heart beats frantically in my chest.
Why? I have no freaking idea, but I think I want him to come in.
Sal’s eyes darken, and this time, I’m certain his palms tense.
“Sal?” I question, with no clue what I’m asking him.
His eyes drop to my mouth, and it’s only when he sighs that I realize I have my lip trapped between my teeth. I release a breath, and a pained expression crosses his face before he lets go of me, his body unmoving.
“I should go.” His words come out raspy, and it takes me a second to respond.
“Okay,” I whisper, disappointment filling me, but he’s still not backing away.
“Do you—” One of our phones emits a loud beep as a text comes through, cutting me off while simultaneously breaking Sal’s trance.
“Fuck, sorry. I’m going.” He steps back this time, forcing me to release my hold. “Thank you for tonight. I’m in the office all day tomorrow, but I’ve arranged for Jeffrey to take you back to your car. Just let me know what time works.”
"You don’t have to do that.”
“I know. But it’s done. If you don’t text me, I’ll have him wait for you out front, and he won’t be impressed about that.” He raises an eyebrow and I smile at the demand, glancing away to hide it.
“Okay, I will.”
“Good night, Keeley.”
“Good night.”
Sal waits until I’m inside before he walks away, and I hold my breath, listening for the distinct ding of the elevator, only moving when I hear it.
I have no idea what the hell that was, but as much as it pains me, I want more.
Chapter Fourteen
SALVATORE
Ialmost fucking kissed her. Again.What the hell is wrong with me?She’s twenty years younger than I am. She’s not even ready to settle down yet, while I’m thinking about retirement. Okay, I’m not actually thinking about retirement, but some people my age definitely are.
