Chapter 8
Laith was in pain. He’d seen the hunger in Andi’s eyes and knew she wanted him.
Possibly nearly as badly as he wanted her.
If they’d been almost anywhere else, he would have her stripped down to nothing by now and they’d be in bed.
He’d be exploring every damn inch of her curves and maybe he could finally ease the ache that had started the moment he’d walked into that damn conference room to see her beautiful eyes staring back at him.
Unfortunately, they weren’t alone. They were in a fast-food place that had mis-labeled themselves as “fast casual” in order to pretend that they weren’t just a place that slaps burgers together.
“Where did you go to uni?” he asked.
Andi reached for her burger, which pissed him off.
He didn’t want her to ignore this need thrumming between them.
It was hot and intense and he knew that she felt it too.
He’d been sensing the growing awareness between them for what seemed like forever and it infuriated him that she didn’t seem to feel it as intensely as he did.
He watched as she carefully unwrapped her burger. “Um…I attended George Mason University, in Virginia,” she replied. The husky tenor of her voice soothed him, letting him know that she hadn’t recovered as quickly as he’d assumed. Good!
“How was life at George Mason?”
She sighed, blinking down at the burger for a long moment.
“It was…um…” she paused and seemed to mentally shake herself.
Then she peeked under the top bun of the burger, ensuring that the condiments were adequate.
“It was fun. It’s a huge campus, but I made a small group of good friends, most of whom I’m still in contact with. ”
For the next hour, they ate burgers, nibbled on the fries, and talked about their years at university.
She’d taken Italian and French classes along with her business and finance requirements.
He’d studied Mandarin and Spanish while working on his economics degree.
She told him about her unfortunate choir attempts and he told her about being the captain of the soccer team.
The whole time, they laughed and relaxed. The hum of awareness was still there, but at a lower, more manageable level.
By the time she excused herself to go to the restroom, Laith realized that he’d honestly enjoyed the past hour. It was surprising because he still felt the ache in his groin, and watching her walk away didn’t help, but he’d enjoyed just sitting here, talking with her.
As she returned to the table, Laith remembered why he’d wanted to get her alone. The box.
When she slid into the seat, she wore a fresh, bright smile. Damn, he could stare into those pretty, blue eyes all night! But he had to know what was going on with that damn box.
“So, why did someone send you a sex scene in a box?” he asked.