She let her gaze slide down to the bulge in his jeans. “Maybe the next time you want to talk to me alone like this you should blow off some steam first.”
“I thought I did,” he admitted. “This can’t keep happening.”
“Fuck me again,” she almost begged. “We need to get this out of our systems.”
“No. It’ll just make things worse.”
Silence fell between them, as awkward as usual.
“I miss you,” she said, her eyes pricking with tears she refused to shed.
“I miss you more,” he replied, opening the door to his office with an air of finality and regret. “Get out.”
She left the rude bastard standing in the doorway, not looking back even long enough to swear at him or remind him that she hadn’t been the one who’d crossed the line tonight.
And she’d be keeping his damned shirt, too.