Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
All of it makes my heart sing, and there’s no doubt I’ve passed the point of no return with Dane. I want him in every way possible, and I can only hope that as time goes on, he wants the same.
“What’s up?” Andrew asks as I sit down in his guest chair and settle back in.
“The board has approved the funds for hiring three additional developers,” I tell him. “So, you’re cleared to make the hires.”
After a lot of debate and advice from board members, weighing the pros and cons of bringing in another partner, it was mutually decided by unanimous vote that we would not offer to bring Fabron into the company so we could have access to his cytometer. It will take us a bit longer in the development phase, but we felt the wait was worth the autonomy we’d keep.
Dane told me Fabron took it graciously, but I expected nothing less of him. He’s a gracious man and a professional. I would never in a million years tell Dane that Fabron emailed me not long after to let me know that nothing changed on his end. I still had a job with his company if I ever wanted to make Paris my home.
Of course, I politely declined again. I couldn’t imagine in a million years ever walking away from Dane. The company… potentially, but never Dane.
“Want to go out and drink a few beers to celebrate?” Andrew asks.
“Sure,” I say with a smile. “Dane’s got a dinner meeting so that works perfectly.”
“And if he didn’t have a dinner meeting?” Andrew asks with a sly grin.
I give him a tiny glare, but there’s no real heat in it. I can take Andrew’s teasing. “Then he’d join us for beer.”
“What if I just wanted a bestie night with you?” he continues. “Get in our jammies, cuddle on the couch, and watch old movies?”
I give a wave of my hand. “He’d be totally fine with that.”
“No, he wouldn’t,” I hear from the doorway and turn over my shoulder to see Dane walking in. “He’s fine with everything but the cuddles. You have a cuddle partner already.”
Andrew snickers, and I can tell he saw Dane in the door the entire time and was baiting him. Dane doesn’t give him a look, though, just marches straight for me. My heart trips a little as I take in the pure intensity of his stare. We haven’t seen each other all day at work, and he looks starved.
He proves, however, that just a soft kiss is all that’s needed when he bends over the back of my chair as my face tilts up so my lips can meet his.
“You two are fucking adorable.” Andrew chuckles, but neither of us look at him. Instead, Dane gives me another kiss before straightening.
“What’s up?” I ask as I turn in my chair to take in all of his yumminess. I always used to be so amused when I’d watch women react to Dane whenever they were in his presence or when he walked by. I figured over the years, I’d gotten use to how gorgeous he was so it didn’t affect me, but now I know that’s not true. I had no reason to look at him that way, but I do now, and it affects me deeply every time I even look at him for a moment.
“Saw you two sitting in here and just thought I’d stop by to give you a kiss,” he says with a smile.
I swear I have to grip the armrests of the chair so I don’t swoon into a dead faint. Dane has said a lot of dirty, erotic things to me that cause my body to react, but something sweet like that from a man who’s not used to being romantic could be the death of me.
“So, it’s beer for you two tonight?” he asks as he puts his hands in his pockets.
“Just a few,” Andrew clarifies. “I’ve got an early meeting tomorrow.”
Dane turns his gaze to me. “Can I come over tonight after my dinner meeting?”
“Of course, you can,” I say as my face turns warm just thinking about it, and with a tiny bit of embarrassment that Andrew is privy to us planning an evening together. He hasn’t shown the slightest indication that he’s missing the relationship the three of us had, and in every way seems tickled pink that Dane and I are making a go of this.
Dane jingles some keys in his pocket before pulling them out. I watch as he works a key off the ring and hands it to me.
“What’s this?” I ask as he places the warm metal in my palm.
“My house key,” he says casually, but my head actually swims a little from the implication. “You can give me one of yours tonight.”