Without Boundaries
even noticed I was missing anything. I knew I shouldn’t have had that second whiskey.” I try to be light-hearted but he is totally serious.
“You left without giving me an explanation as to why you up and left the way you did. What happened?” His voice is deep and seductive with a hint of gruffness to it. My knees are weak. I can’t find my voice, and I’m sure once I open my mouth he’s going to be able to tell how much he is affecting me right now. Deep breath. Deep breath. Breathe Bay.
“I just haven’t gone out in so long, it was getting late and I drank my drinks too quickly. I just felt like I needed to go home, so I did.”
“Yeah, that’s what Kali said, but the thing is, I just don’t believe you.” He takes a few more steps towards me and comes around the table so he’s standing inches away from me. My heart is pounding out of my chest. He is now acknowledging the lack of space between us by whispering in a husky tone. “I know I was having a good time with you and I’m fairly certain you were having a good time with me. Am I wrong Bay?” Pretty much everyone calls me Bay, they have my whole life. But Talon saying it is making my body react in a way it never has before to the nickname.  I am caving, I am opening my mouth to tell him he was not wrong at all. That I was having the best time ever with him out there on that dance floor. That I came home and dreamed of him for the last forty eight hours. Night and day thoughts of him consumed me. At that exact moment, Drea, my best friend and co-worker, comes barging through my door.
“Bay! I found the last two-” she says, then stops mid-sentence. She looks to me then to Talon and back again with huge eyes. I know that with how close he is standing to me she is putting the pieces together. She silently asks, “Who the hell is this?”  I laugh. Because that’s what I do when I get nervous. Talon doesn’t move a muscle. He doesn’t look like he was just caught red-handed, he looks… amused.
“Drea, this is Talon McAllister.” I clasp my hands together, take a step back and look at Talon. “Talon, this is Drea Bryant.” Talon walks over to Drea and extends his hand to her.
“Drea, pleased to meet you.” He gives her a killer smile and I see the faintest blush come across her cheeks.
“Likewise. I’m sorry to interrupt, I didn’t realize Bailey was… busy.” She breathes out that last part and then turns from Talon to look at me. “I just wanted to let you know I found the two contracts from last quarter. But we can go over that after lunch. I’ll just leave you two, to, continue,” she clears her throat, “whatever it is you were doing.” She smiles and then nods at Talon and walks out of the door backwards.
As soon as the door closes I feel like I can breathe again. I relax a bit and start to say something to Talon, but he beats me to it.
“Do you two do that often?” Talon asks as if he just saw the most amazing contraption.
“What’s that?” I’m clueless.
“The silent conversation thing. You must’ve had a Q&A thing going on with your eyes the way you were looking at one another, besides the fact she didn’t ask out loud what I was doing in your office with my face mere inches away from your lips.” He is right back where he was when Drea came bursting through my door. His hand has found its way to the side of my face and his thumb is grazing my bottom lip.  I. Can’t. Breathe.
“Bailey?” He hasn’t looked away from my eyes, the only thing that has changed is that his left hand is now holding me at the waist.
“Hmmm?” Yeah, there’s no way I can make a sentence make any sense right now. He chuckles, or does he groan? I’m not sure. I’m not sure of anything right now except for the fact that his lips are so enticing.
“Can I take you to lunch today?” Is that what he asked me? I don’t remember hearing anything about lunch, something about a silent conversation but nothing about lunch I’m pretty

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