Catastrophe Queen

“I have two legs, thank you.”

“I have noticed.”

“Are you here to work, or just flirt with me?”

“Hey, it’s the first time in three days you’ve been in the office. Do you know how quiet it is without you when you’re not here?”

“No,” I said slowly, hitting the button for the coffee machine. “But I imagine there isn’t coffee spilled everywhere.”

Cameron hesitated. “I may have knocked over my cup yesterday.”

I gasped, turning around to face him. “You!”

He grinned, quickly closing the distance between us and pinning me to the counter. “I didn’t. I just knew you’d turn around.”

I glared. “Don’t annoy me.”

“Oh, come on.” He leaned right in and brushed his lips over the corner of my mouth, eliciting a shiver from me despite my protestations.

“You aren’t playing fair. You know what happens when you do that.” I pushed at this chest.

“Mmhmm. You don’t get annoyed with me.” He dragged his lips over my jaw and down to my neck. “You forget I was ever getting on your nerves.”

Yes, but—

“Not fair,” I whined, sliding my hands down his chest. “Why were you getting on my nerves?”

“Ha, bingo!” He stepped back and gripped the counter, still keeping me in place. “See, you’ve forgotten everything.”

I narrowed my eyes and looked at him. “No, I haven’t. You were kissing me when I was trying to work. Then you kept on distracting me, and all I wanted to do was work…”

“Yeah? If I come to you right now, are you gonna push me away?”

“I didn’t say that.” I couldn’t help how my lips curve. “But wasn’t there something about a date when I could walk again?”

Cameron paused at that. “I said that at your house, right? Before I kissed you and wanted to do a hell of a lot more.”

“You could have ended that with “at your house, right?”” I raised my eyebrows and pulled the first mug from beneath the coffee machine and made it the way he liked it, then handed it to him.

He smiled as he took it. “I could have, but I decided not to.”

“Clearly.” I put my mug under the machine and hit the button before I turned again. “But, yes, then. You owe me a date and, like, a pound of chocolate for the pain you’ve put me through.”

“Yeah, it’s all my fault. I know.” He laughed and nodded toward the machine. “Your coffee is done.”

“Can you finish it for me? My foot hurts.” I pulled out a chair at the little table in the center of it to make my point.

“Are you all right?” He glanced at my foot before putting down his mug and moving to finish mine.

“Sore. It’s the first day I’ve really been using it a lot.”

He stopped in front of the coffee machine, and I made my move.

I trapped him against the counter the way he’d caught me, except I was pressed against his back, not his front.

Shit. There was a flaw in my plan.

“What are you doing?” Amusement was rife in his tone.

“Trapping you,” I replied, deflated.

“It didn’t work, Hurricane.”

“I know that.” With a sigh, I stepped back and dropped my hands. Damn it. I wasn’t exactly the best seduction move I’d ever pulled. Then again, I wasn’t good at any kind of seduction, so what was I doing?

Making a fool of myself.

That’s what I was doing.

Story of my life.

Cameron turned around and looked at me, leaning against the cabinet. His half-smile was super sexy, and I knew exactly what he was doing.

He was letting me trap him.

Putting on my best strut—which was about as sexy as a baby llama—I walked toward him and, well, let’s be honest. I didn’t trap him. I more flung myself onto him and lifted my sore ankle off the ground while I slumped against him.

“Ah. So sexy,” he remarked, lips against the top of my head.

“My foot hurts,” I muttered into his arm.

“Then sit down, woman.” He hugged me for a second before depositing me on a chair. “Rest your damn ankle. Stop being superwoman.”

“I can’t help it. I don’t like to be babied.”

“You were fine when I was bringing you food.”

“Well, yeah.” I met his eyes as he handed me my coffee. “You were feeding me, and you let me touch your abs. That’s a kind of babying I can get on board with.”

He half-smiled. “How about I bring you coffee and you touch my abs?”

“It’s not food, but it’s not bad. I can’t sit here, though, in case my phone rings.”

“I can answer the phone.”

“Even if it’s Cynthia Carlton?”

He hesitated. “Let’s get you back to your desk.” He hauled me out of the chair and helped me back to the desk.

I rolled my eyes. I could walk, it just hurt a little. Then again, I already knew about his hero complex, so I let him have his moment. As long as he never, ever picked me up again.