Bad Fiancé by Elise Faber

Author:Elise Faber [Faber, Elise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781946140357
Publisher: Elise Faber
Published: 2019-10-05T18:30:00+00:00

Twelve

Tate

His walking into Sera’s office was becoming a regular thing.

Three times in as many days.

Though this was the first time she greeted him with a smile.

“Hi,” she said, standing up and rounding her desk. His mind took note of every detail of her appearance in a heartbeat. Blond hair tumbling down her back, white silk shirt with two buttons undone at the collar, the black pencil skirt that used to drive him to distraction as she’d climbed the stairs in front of him during the showings.

Yes, pig. Yes, she was fucking incredible.

But today it wasn’t her clothes that threatened his sanity.

It was her toes.

She’d slipped off her heels and was padding toward him in bare feet. Which was sexy as hell and probably made him some sort of weird fetish-obsessed freak, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the slender lines of her feet, the pastel blue painted nails. It was like he’d been granted special access to a side of Sera that the rest of the world wasn’t allowed to see.

He liked it.

He wanted to know everything about her.

But this wasn’t about that. She was out of his league, deserved better than him.

“How are you?” she asked, coming close enough that he could smell the floral edges to her shampoo. She rose on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.

“Good.”

A single rasped-out word born of longing so intense he wanted to slam her office door shut and bend her over her desk. He’d yank up that tight black skirt and—

She dropped to her heels, took a step back. “Um . . .”

Tate cleared his throat. “Hi.”

Not exactly Shakespeare, but at least she wasn’t running screaming from the room or searching frantically for her car keys.

“How was your day?” he asked, finally putting on his semi-normal human façade. Go social skills.

She took his hand in hers, tugged him to the pair of chairs in front of her desk. He found he didn’t mind being led around like a puppy, so long as her fingers were laced with his and she was smiling up at him.

“Why are you being so weird?”

“I’m not—”

Blue eyes filled with mirth. Teasing him.

And somehow, he relaxed. Or maybe . . . it was just that Sera made it easy for him to relax.

“I am being weird,” he admitted. “You make me nervous. Especially when I suddenly start getting phone calls from Heather O’Keith and Rebecca Darden.”

Sera gasped. “They didn’t!”

He chuckled. “Surprisingly, or maybe not, I suppose, they both threatened to barbeque my balls with a flamethrower if I hurt you.”

Her cheeks went pink, and he found himself unable to stop himself from brushing his thumb along them.

“But after the threats, they were very helpful. Heather wants to meet to discuss FundHer.” He paused, waited for her eyes to meet his. “Thank you for that.”

She shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

“Not to me.”

There was a beat of quiet, not uncomfortable exactly, but filled with a plethora of unsaid things.

After a moment, he brushed her cheek again, her skin like silk against his thumb.

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