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42.
On my way out, I pass by Edward's office.
He's sitting at his desk, sans jacket, phone to his ear, his eyes bouncing to me.
I give him a sarcastic little wave and keep walking toward the elevators.
A minute later, I step inside, alone. The doors are inches away from closing when a hand darts between them.
Edward.
Jacket still missing. He doesn't have any of his stuff with him.
He wordlessly stands next to me, hand fisting his hair.
"What are you doing?" I ask curiously.
He's acting strange.
Cagey.
The doors close.
Then he suddenly kisses me.
43.
I drop my bag, my phone.
With one hand on my waist, the other in my hair, he doesn't break our kiss as he pushes my back against the metal wall.
I let him.
I'll let him do whatever he wants.
Tugging on his tie, I pull him even closer, losing my breath, my sanity, because I can't stop kissing him.
I don't think I want to, either.
It's maddening.
His hand around my hip slides up my stomach, ghosting over my breast before gently wrapping around my throat.
I fucking moan into his mouth, kissing harder.
He pulls back.
44.
The elevator dings. We separate completely, the doors opening to the lobby.
Neither of us steps out.
No other people get on either.
"Weren't you leaving?" He clears his throat, readjusts his tie, waving a hand for me to go. Like his tongue wasn't just in my mouth.
I pick up my things but make no move to leave, so he presses the button to our floor.
We ride back up together.
"What the fuck was that?" I blurt, fingers ghosting over my lips.
I feel wrecked.
His eyes narrow. "Something for you to think about on your date tonight."