I slump in my chair.“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying...”He tugs his hands out and walks over to me, pulling me to my feet.“I’m saying, please take my offer.Let me do what I need to do, without hurting you.”
I swallow.
He’s not telling me something, and everything instinct inside of me is saying, don’t ask.
“Let me take you for lunch,” Drew says, and it takes me a second to pivot at the change of topic.
“I have—” ...my lunch.
“Grapes.Cheese?”He smirks.
I smile despite myself.Despite wanting to know why Drew is protecting me.He is, I can feel it.
I’ll look back and wish I’d asked.
“You have a big fan,” I say instead.
“Yeah?”he grins.
“Zoe thinks you need to go to the zoo.It was all I heard about last night.”
His smile remains on his handsome face.“Last time I went to the New York Zoo, I was about ten years old.”Drew tips his head to the side.“Tell Zoe I accept her offer.”
“Zoe doesn’t own a car or a credit card.Her mom thinks it sounds like you want to part ways.Professionally.”
“Yeah, well, I still want to have lunch with you.Grab your purse.”
The strength of his order has my body remembering how I slid down his cock, the power of his arms holding as I rode him like my life depended on it.How I fell apart screaming his name, clinging to his muscular frame.
How his mouth took mine and kissed me until I ran out of breath.
“Biting your bottom lip like that is a breach of your contract terms,” Drew rasps.
I snap my mouth closed.
“Christ.Let’s go, before I lock that door and fuck you on the desk, Gemma Ford.”
When he cups my face, I press into his hand, and we both groan.
“I see what you mean.”
“Explain,” Drew demands, his voice thick.
“This needs to end.”I nod, and as I pull away, his nostrils flare.