Chapter Seventeen
Tiffany
MY HEART WAS pounding in my chest as he stared at my lips. I thought about the earlier kiss, and a felt a warm flutter of excitement in my lower stomach.
He began unbuttoning his suit jacket.
“Uh, what are you doing?” I asked. “It’s late, you should really get going home, don’t you think?”
“I think it’s time you stop trying to get rid of me,” he replied, dropping his jacket onto my sofa. “We both know that it’s not what you really want.”
“Is that right?” I asked, staring in surprise as he removed his tie. “You think I want you here?”
He took a step closer and smiled arrogantly. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You –”
Before I could continue, he had his arms around my waist, and was pressing me against the wall, his mouth on mine. “God, you smell so good, and I want
