Chapters (36)
- September
- Two
- Three
- October
- Five
- Friday
- Friday Night
- Eight
- The Morning After
- November
- Saturday
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- WINTER BREAK
- Fourteen
- Week One
- Week Two
- Week Three
- Eighteen
- Week Five
- Week Six
- SPRING SEMESTER
- Late January
- February
- Twenty-Three
- Friday
- March
- April
- Twenty-Seven
- May
- SUMMER BREAK
- Twenty-Nine
- Epilogue
- Hi everyone!
- Other books by Katrina Jackson
- About the Author
“Of course, it was Toni.” She rolled her eyes and then smiled shyly at him. “Thank you.”
He pushed from the door and walked toward her in those slow, deliberate strides. He stopped on the other side of her desk and offered her the coffee cup in his right hand. “You’re more than welcome.”
She rocked back onto the heels of her boots, feeling even more flustered now that he was so close. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and tentatively reached for the coffee cup. The tips of their fingers brushed around the cup, and Deja felt the brief touch deep in her core. She dropped her eyes as she took a sip of her drink. She could feel his eyes on her as she hummed in happiness.
Alejandro coughed as he dropped into the chair Sheldon had vacated.
“What’s wrong?” Deja asked, sitting down as well.
He smiled and shook his head as he crossed his legs. “Nothing, I just… If I’m going to keep my hands to myself, I should keep my mouth shut and stay over here. And you should definitely stay over there.”
Deja’s mouth fell open, but she had no idea how to reply to that confession besides the tiniest smile on her face that she tried to hide by taking another sip of her coffee.
“I’m sorry,” he said after a few seconds of heated silence.
It took a second for Deja to process his words because she was so focused on the way his voice slithered under her clothes and across her skin. She tried to hide her labored breathing with another sip of coffee.
“Sorry for what?” she eventually asked.
He took a sip of his own coffee and uncrossed his legs. Deja’s hand tightened around her coffee cup to make sure her eyes didn’t dip to his groin, a feat.
He bent forward to rest his elbows on his knees. When he looked up at her, his eyes were no longer playful; they were as serious as the set of his mouth before he spoke.
“I don’t regret what happened on Wednesday,” he said in a quiet voice. “I’ve been waiting for that moment for over a year. But if I could go back and do it again, I wouldn’t have put you in that position. Not in your office.”
Deja sucked in a shocked breath at his words and then exhaled loudly. Her shoulders slumped, and a weight she hadn’t quite realized she was holding on her shoulders lightened.