77.
Jared comes into my office, shutting the door.
"I don't want to overstep, but I'm fairly certain Edward Cullen has his eye on you."
More than just his eyes.
His mouth, his deliciously built body.
"Hmm." I'm noncommittal to save face. I don't know exactly what Edward and I are doing, and refuse to define whatever happened between us last night to Jared of all people.
He's wary. "Look, I don't want any trouble."
I think he's scared of Edward.
Most people are, I guess, but I love that I was privy to a different side of him last night.
78.
End of the day.
I can't help but notice Edward leaving his office the same moment as me.
We lock eyes. I smile secretively. He doesn't. Not with his mouth at least. His eyes burn into me. I don't know how I ever mistook his penetrating gaze for hatred.
We're mirror images, heading toward the elevator, hanging back, letting others file in, waiting for our own.
So much for not being obvious.
The next elevator arrives.
"After you," he murmurs.
I can feel his warmth behind me as I step in.
The moment the doors close, we're on each other.
79.
Hot mouths.
Tongues and teeth clashing.
His strong arms pick me up, my legs around his waist, ankles locking, my back against the wall.
We simultaneously moan when his hands cup my ass, one hand dipping lower beneath my dress, his fingers almost brushing me through my panties.
I'm desperate. "Touch me."
He doesn't.
"Have dinner with me," he murmurs against my lips.
"When?" I'm breathless, kissing along his jaw then.
"Tonight. Now."
"A date?"
"Sure."
He gently sets me back on my feet.
We move back to our respective sides.
Just before the doors open again, I say, "Okay."