Your Irresistible Love (The Bennett Family 1)

, as he gets rid of my flats. “Oh, foot massage.”

“Relax.”

That’s exactly what I do, letting him work his magic hands on my tired feet in silence. Holy guacamole, this man is perfect. And off limits, unless I want to lose my job, which I can’t afford.

“You’re spoiling me,” I say.

“It makes you smile. I like your smile.”

“Sebastian. . .”

“Stop saying my name like that.” His voice has turned low and breathy.

“How am I saying it?”

“Like you’re begging me to stay away from you and kiss you at the same time.”

I have no answer, so I look away from him. Even as I try to focus on the beautiful nature surrounding us, I feel my body succumbing to sinful sensations.

After a few minutes, Sebastian asks, “Do you know that this is the first Saturday I haven’t worked in years?”

I feel my eyes widen. “Why change that now?”

He shrugs, as if the answer couldn’t possibly matter. He stops the massage, instead trailing his fingers over my bare ankles, turning my skin to goose flesh. He fixes me with his eyes, burning my control away.

“I like spending time with you.”

“I said no flirting.”

“That’s not flirting. It’s the truth. You have an enthusiasm that lights you up permanently. I feel carefree around you.”

“Are you seeing someone?” I blurt, attempting to take my feet out of his lap, but he grips them firmly.

“You’re breaking your own no-flirting rule.” A satisfied grin stretches across his features.

“It’s not flirting,” I counter. “It’s a question.”

“I wouldn’t be here with you if I was seeing someone. I’m not a fan of cheating.”

“Why aren’t you dating anyone?” I ask, not really buying it. He is Sebastian freaking Bennett, the CEO of the most beloved jewelry company in America.

“I’d date you, but you’re putting up a good fight.”

“Stop it, Sebastian. You’ll get me fired.”

He pulls me so abruptly to him my ass almost lands in his lap. I stop short of that, planting my palms firmly on the bench, trying hard not to acknowledge that the only things separating his crotch from the backs of my knees are his jeans and underwear. Unless he’s wearing no boxers. Maybe I should check. Where did that thought come from? I have no business checking if he’s going commando or not.

“How about I get your boss fired?” he says.

“You can’t do that,” I murmur.

“You have no idea.”

I push myself out of his lap, putting some much-needed distance between us. “Seriously, why are you single? I’ve seen how women look at you. They’d fall in your bed in a second.”

“Yes, and then they find out who I am.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, genuinely confused.