Chapter 25

He thinks about me? I can't even

Without giving a chance to react he grabs my waist and pulls me to him, and that static is there again. It's electric and undeniable; judging by the way his pupils dilate I can tell he feels it too. Of course he's not crazy! I won't admit it. I can't succumb to him, when we both know how irresponsible this is. He must have women throw themselves at him, leaving a trail of heartbreak along the way. I'm not going to be one of them, especially given our new working relationship. I have to stop this before it escalates further, before it all overflows.

I try and push his hand away but he keeps it lodged there, locked firmly into position.

"You are crazy, you don't have thoughts about me," I lie, obeying his command, though my words ring false even to my own ears. "And I have not been having thoughts about you."