Chapter Seven-Blaire

I slid into the booth at the bakery across the street and sipped my iced coffee. It'd been a long week with Luther, and his agonizing stare. For someone that thought our kiss was a mistake, he sure got riled up over nothing.

His temper tiptoed on the border of obsessive, in fact, his entire personality screamed possessive and … alpha. I knew he was in charge, and probably didn't enjoy my smart mouth or my sarcasm, but he did care about what I did and I wasn't entirely sure why?

It went beyond my position as his assistant. He wanted to control me, and my life, and it screamed, controlling older boyfriend, but … I felt it was for a different reason, I just didn't know why yet.

I sucked to the bottom of my coffee, and peeled the paper off my cupcake, taking a big unladylike bite of it.

After our kiss, that was a completely different story in itself, because I'd never been kissed like that before. Every fiber in my body yearned for him after he stormed out of the bathroom as if my body