you off. Maybe while you're on the phone playing with your millions like Monopoly. You, Mr. Cross, will pass Go and collect your two hundred dollars." His mouth curved against mine. "I can see how this is going to go. You're going to make me lose my mind coming everywhere I can in your tight, sexy body." "Are you complaining?" "Angel, I'm salivating." I was bemused by the endearment, although I liked its sweetness. "Angel?" He hummed a soft assent and kissed me. I couldn't believe what a difference an hour made. I left Gideon's office in a completely different frame of mind than when I'd entered it. The feel of his hand at the small of my back made my body hum with anticipation rather than the misery I'd felt on the way in. I waved bye to Scott and smiled brightly at the unsmiling receptionist. "I don't think she likes me," I told Gideon, as we waited for the elevator. "Who?" "Your receptionist
I rolled under my quilt, balling up on my side, the way I usually slept. I heard the door crack open, as Charlie peeked in to make sure I was where I was supposed to be. I breathed evenly, exaggerating the movement. A long minute passed. I listened, not sure if I'd heard the door close. Then Edward's cool arm was around me, under the covers, his lips at my ear. "You are a terrible actress -- I'd say that career path is out for you." "Darn it," I muttered. My heart was crashing in my chest. He hummed a melody I didn't recognize; it sounded like a lullaby. He paused. "Should I sing you to sleep?" "Right," I laughed. "Like I could sleep with you here!" "You do it all the time," he reminded me. "But I didn't know you were here," I replied icily. "So if you don't want to sleep..." he suggested, ignoring my tone. My breath caught. "If I don't want to sleep... ?" He chuckled. "What do you want to do then?" I couldn't answer at first. "I'm not sure," I finally said. "Tell me when you decide."
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