Falling

14 | Printer (Dante's POV)

"Thank you for the help, Miss Rhodes." I smile at her glare, the blush of her cheeks betraying her outward emotions. Seeing her riled up has become my own addiction, soaking in her distaste when in reality I knew she fought a battle inside that head of hers.

    And that body.

    She looks beautiful, as always. I stopped denying myself the thought, ignoring the summer of disdain. She was good-looking and absolutely addicting. I couldn't get rid of her in my life anytime soon, I couldn't escape her so I might as well have been involved instead.

    She watches me as I turn away from where she sits at the desk, cheeks flushed and eyebrows furrowed. I know she's just as affected from last night as I was, both of us knowing a little bit more about one another today than the day before.

    I make my way down the hall to Mr. Kennedy's office, already missing Amelia's presence. I need to get my head straight and my shit together. I was here for a reason and as much as it seems it's always surrounding Miss Rhodes, this one was more coincidental.

    "Dante! So good to see you." Kennedy stands, greeting me at the door. I shake his hand in return, taking a seat on his open chair, spreading my legs, and leaning back.

    "You too," I answer.

    For the next several minutes we talk about the accusation of the company but all I can think about is the woman at the front desk. I know she's probably reeling over at the sight of me, wondering what business I have here and I wish I didn't care about her thoughts.

    But I do.

    Ever since that kiss, that almost more. She's done nothing but plague my mind and infiltrate my desires. I could barely focus during my work days, thinking about the way she felt against me and the way her lips tasted. Her body curled against me so perfectly, almost like two halves to a whole.

    "So we're in agreement?" I shift in my seat, already half-hard at the thought of her.

   "Yes, we are." I reach over to shake the man's hand, the both of us already have agreed on several terms before this. The company was going under and had been on my radar for some time now, even before knowing Amelia's position. Although, when the company appeared in great need of a partner, I couldn't ignore the opportunity.

    I wondered if she knew if she was panicking at the idea of me being her boss.

    I smile at the thought.

    Standing, I see myself out of his office already pulling my phone from my back pocket to let Rodney know that I was done there. Before I could get very far I passed an open door and saw a very familiar set of brown curls.

    Amelia sits at the table, looking down concerned at a piece of paper she must've taken from the printer to her right. For a moment I debated whether or not I should walk away. I know I should walk away, but the sight of her has me deciding other side.

I step forward into the room, shoving my phone back into my pocket and tugging at the collar of my dress shirt. Just the sight of her already raising my body temperature a few degrees and forcing me to focus.

Whatever this was, I needed to get a grip on it and do it quickly.

"Amelia," I approach her, watching as her body stills.

She stands from the table, body on high alert and I smirk. She wears an annoyed expression, gripping the paper in her hand. I slid my eyes down the length of her body, knowing just how good it felt pressed up against me in the club. I wondered if since last night she's thought about me just as much as I do her.