Chapter 19

“I thought we’d agreed you would call me Ransom.” Mr. Burke frowned at him. “I told you last night I didn’t like playing games.”

“Um…I’m sorry, Mr. Burke…Ransom. I…” Should he admit he didn’t remember much about the night before?

“What do you mean you don’t remember much about last night?”

Oh crap, he’d said the words out loud?

“I’m sorry—”

“In that case, let me remind you.” Mr. Burke…Ransom…Mr. Burke’s hands closed around Parrish’s shoulders, and he found himself hauled up against his boss’s firm, muscled chest. Those lush lips he’d fantasized about brushed over his, gently at first, and then with purpose as they pressed harder, and Ransom’s tongue sought to enter his mouth.

And then Parrish pulled himself free. “No! No!” He was dismayed that he didn’t have to work very hard to do it.

Mr.…Ransom stood staring at him, his face pale and his mouth bracketed by tight white lines. “I…see. Very well. There won’t be a repeat of last night. You have my word.”