MELT by Deborah Bladon

Author:Deborah Bladon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: new adult romance, new adult with sex, billionaire romance, bad boy romance, alpha male romance, best selling new adult, contemporary romance with sex, contemporary romance, deborah blanton, deborah bladon series, deborah blandon, deborah blazon
Publisher: Deborah Bladon
Published: 2017-01-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Lark

"I need to ask you something, Ryker." I stand behind him as he locks the door of Cremza. I waited at the table while he closed the shop with his mom. They worked together like a well-oiled machine, moving seamlessly next to one another as they put everything away.

Once they were finished, Ryker introduced me as a co-worker and friend to his mom. She smiled, and her eyes danced as if she was about to burst. Before she could say anything, he kissed her goodbye and hailed her a taxi headed for his grandparents' apartment.

"Are you going to ask me why I smell like cilantro?" He slides the key fob into his jacket pocket.

"You do smell a little like cilantro." I move closer and breathe in his scent. "I just thought you had something delicious to eat for dinner."

"I'll explain the cilantro smell once you ask the question."

I nod, my gaze shifting to the sidewalk next to us. I should ask him back to my place so we can talk in private, but he hasn't mentioned the possibility of us hanging out tonight. I need to gauge his interest before I throw myself at him.

"What's the question, Lark?" He reaches forward to button up my wool coat. "It's getting windy. You should bundle up."

I don't brush his hands away. I like that he's chivalrous. I can tell that he was raised as a gentleman. I've seen it in the office when he's moved back to allow women to step onto the elevator first and when he's held open doors for the female and even the male employees. He has good manners which my mom has always told me is a sure sign of a good heart.

"Why did you keep those pictures of me on your phone?"

His hands stop mid-button. His jaw tightens as he looks into my eyes. "Do you like me, Lark?"

"You're not answering my question."

"Answer mine." His gaze drops to my mouth. "Do you like me?"

"You're a pretty good boss," I half-tease, trying to break the palpable tension between us. "I'd rate you a six on a scale of one-to-ten of good bosses. Ten being the best and one being the worst."

He doesn't crack even the smallest smile. "I'll rephrase for clarity. Do you like me enough to want to fuck me, Lark?"

"You're a ten on that scale."

The corners of his mouth curve up. "I kept the pictures because I want to fuck you. I kept them because I'd look at them and imagine what was underneath your lace panties. I kept those pictures because they were the closest thing I had to this."

There's no time for anything, not a single breath, not a rational thought before he crashes his lips into mine and kisses me the way he did last Christmas.

***

My coat is on the floor within seconds after I shut my apartment door. He claws at me like a wild animal that has finally caught the prey it's been stalking for a lifetime. I reach to help shove his jacket from his shoulders.

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