Opposite Attracts | ✔️

Chapter Eleven

Matthew scowled at his computer screen as he sat back in his chair to rub his hand across the scratchy stubble along his jaw.

She thought she was so clever coming into the office. She thought it would be easier to keep him at arm's length if they were in the safety of their office. She was wrong.

He glanced at the clock. Ten p.m. They'd been there all day, working on the account, shuttling back and forth between their offices with questions, both professional and polite. Both pretending as if nothing had changed. But everything had changed.

He shrugged out of his suit jacket and removed his tie. What was he doing? Here he was working on an account that was already done in an effort to woo a woman who was as stubborn as a mule. This was not working out at all how he planned.

"That's because you didn't plan, you idiot. You just acted," he grumbled in frustration. Like an immature, spoiled, fool, he wanted to add, but figured idiot was enough.

And now because of his impulsive actions, Lana could well in fact be pregnant and as a result she was barely speaking to him. He'd spoken the truth last night. He wanted children, and he was fine with having them now. Granted, he would have liked to have waited a couple of years so he could scale back on his hours at work.

His father had been a workaholic who was rarely around when he was growing up so he'd sworn to himself that when he had kids he would be there for them. But as he'd told Lana last night, they would figure things out together. He refused to let work interfere with the raising of his child. But between the two of them, Lana was actually the true workaholic. Yet somewhere deep down he sensed having a child would change that.

Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes as he imagined Lana as a mother, and smiled at the thought of seeing her belly swell with his child and how an active toddler would be just what she needed to upset her carefully ordered life. He knew she would make an excellent mother.
Patient, attentive, loving.

The sound of his office door slamming shut jarred him from his fantasy and his eyes snapped open to see the very object of his thoughts, standing before him with her hands balled on her hips, wearing a frown across her face.

"I can't believe you've fallen asleep again. I was just about to tell you that I was going to go, thinking you were hard at work." She stalked across the room to stand behind him and stared at his computer. "How far have you even gotten?"

He swivelled his chair around, throwing her off balance so that he had to grasp her hips in order to steady her before she fell across him. "I just closed my eyes for a second. Besides, I've been working on this for eleven hours straight. Even if I haven't gotten as far as you would have liked, I'm done for the night too."

She narrowed her eyes at his slight reprimand. "Fine, well good night then," she said tightly and planted her feet so that she could stand up straight. "You can let go of me now. I'm not going to fall." She frowned when his hands remained at her hips.

In one fluid motion he stood to his feet, leaned back against his desk, and pulled her up against him. When she struggled against him, he swung her around and pinned her between him and the desk.

"Matthew," she said on a weary sigh, her face twisting into a scowl. "I thought we understood each other. Last night was a onetime thing, never to happen again."

He leaned forward, burying his face into her neck. "I understood no such thing."

She pushed against his chest. "Matthew, I'm serious-"

"I am too," he said in a husky whisper, and lifted her up to sit her atop his desk. Stepping between her legs he slid his hands under her skirt, along her thighs. His cock, which had stood at attention the minute she walked in, grew rock hard when his hands stroked the bare skin of her lush ass. Lacy thigh highs and a thong.