Chapter 1 #2
I find him immediately near Bonnie’s desk, decked out in a perfectly tailored black suit with a white undershirt, definitely not his normal attire. Bobby is usually seen in a polo sweater or a button-up shirt, casual and non-formal.
However, the man standing in front of me reeks of GQ vibes, sex appeal and a panty-melting stare.
Bobby Kennedy Harding.
If that name doesn’t tell you anything, read a history book.
“Hey,” I immediately greet him with a smile, having his gaze slice over to me. “Didn’t you have an important meeting today? How did you find the time to come here?”
It’s three in the afternoon, and Bobby should be having his head crammed with financial plans and conference calls.
However, when he looks at me, it’s like he’s registering or soaking me back into memory—it’s been that long we’ve stood in front of each other without the other one sleeping—and I step into his familiar body and wrap my arms around his waist.
“Bad day?”
“Bad week,” he mutters evenly, palming the base of my spine with spread fingertips. “Where can I get you alone?”
Oh, no.
Quickly rummaging through the layout of the facility in my head, there’s an office off the lobby that no one barely uses.
“This way,” I tell him, guiding him by his hand to the space where he lets me in first, then promptly closes the door behind him.
Then I get nervous.
Turning on my heels, I try to plant a brave face to the impromptu visit, but my first thought is that he’s getting cold feet.
And calling off the wedding.
Why else would he randomly show up here when I know his schedule is fully booked for the next century and a half?
“You look…” His green eyes unhurriedly descend on my white dress, one he bought me last Christmas. “Stunning, Meirna.”
I wish I could soak that compliment in, but I can’t think of another reason why he’d be here other than bad news. “You’re breaking up with me.”
His brows instantly clash together before his focus shoots up to me. “Excuse me?”
I didn’t mean to blurt it out loud, but I can’t stand the wait and small talk.
“That’s why you’re here.” My heart begins to pound in my chest furiously, spiking my blood pressure to almost unbearable heights. He’s given me zero reason or inclination otherwise. I’ve seen enough movies, though…this is my worst nightmare in the making. “You don’t—”
“I’m not allowed to visit my wife?”
My pulse begins to slow because he’s never called me that…yet.
Wife.
Sheesh.
I mean, obviously not, because we’re not married, but I still like it.
A lot.
“Don’t get me wrong,” I start. “I’m happy you’re here—”
“Then why haven’t you kissed me yet?”
He missed me, too.
Bobby isn’t the sentimental type. Neither is my father, so I’m used to it. But, hearing him need me, has my feet move on their own accord because I’ve missed Bobby so much. I’m just careful with how needy I might and could get when he’s been under a lot of strain.
He gets overstimulated, and the last thing I want to be is someone who equally stresses him out while trying to juggle everything he has on his plate right now.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I have to rise on my tiptoes to reach. I’m not in heels today, but flats, and my head only hits his chest on a regular day.
Like this one.
Bobby leans in and wastes no time slamming his lips mercilessly into mine. The kiss is starved and, honestly, surprising when his tongue immediately delves within the next second between my lips.
Bobby is usually sweet and soft, but today, the emotional and mental burden he’s been carrying must have him needing to release the tension.
And I’m all too happy to be the one on the other side of it if he’s going to kiss me like he’s been starving all day for me.
“I’ve been waiting for what seems like forever,” he mutters through heavy kisses. “To taste this mouth. To have you pressed up against me. To feel every one of your curves, Meirna.”
My heart swells in my chest as I pull back slightly, just to be chased by Bobby’s mouth again because clearly, he’s not done with me yet.
After a few more thigh-clenching kisses, I’m fully able to muster a bit of space between us.
“Bobby, are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
I can think of plenty of things. However, I’m not going to harp on them if he’s not.
“It’s just—I’m surprised you’re here.”
“Why? Your other boyfriend going to get jealous?”
I chuckle because not only is Richard a common conversation here, but at home. “No, he’s too busy cheating at bingo again. I think you’ve got some time to steal me away.”
“Mhm.” His thumb comes up and grazes down my bottom lip, tugging it down as he watches his every move. That innocent action, however, has my pussy clenching with immediate need for him to do something about it. “You’re too good for me.”
My stomach drops because he’s always preaching about how perfect we are together. That I’m what he needs to forge through and conquer the world.
It’s normal to have doubts.
We’re getting married. It’s a huge step.
“Does that cut me out of the running to marry you?” I murmur, receiving his green-colored stare.
“No,” he replies simply. “That only makes me want you more.”