Kissing the Boss
“Well… Stalkers are unwanted, for one thing. And I’m actually a fan of whatever this is you’re experiencing, so… That suggestion’s off the table. Obsession, on the other hand—”
He nodded diligently as I opened my door. “You think I’m obsessed?” he asked, following me as I turned to face him before backing into my apartment. “I’m obsessed with you, aren’t I?”
When he shut the door at his back, I bit my lip, relishing that predatory look on his face. He wanted to kiss me again.
“Well, if you’re obsessed, then I’m obsessed.”
Taking a step toward me, his gaze full of heat and yearning, he asked, “So what’re we going to do about it? I can’t stay away, no matter how hard I try. But I don’t want an