That First Kiss (14 page)

“That’s fine,” he told her, and then he was gone.

Poppy’s eyes lingered on the doorway; only pulling away at Piper’s sudden burst of laughter. “You like him,” she teased.

“What’s not to like?” Poppy sniffed
delicately and sipped at her coffee.

“Indeed.” Piper looked toward th
e doorway too. Felix was a good-looking man. He had money, power, and he rocked a suit like nobody’s business. She could definitely see the appeal, but he was no Tate Larsen. Damn him. She needed to track that man down and squash this issue between them, sooner rather than later. “Well, I should get back to work,” she told Poppy.

Poppy stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Remember, men need to be put in their place. Tate Larsen is one of those men. Don’t let him push you around.”

Piper didn’t know what to say. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks, Poppy.”

“Don’t mention it. Oh,” she said, stopping
her once more. “If you’re looking for him, I think I saw him duck into the office earlier.”

Piper gritted her teeth. Leave it to Tate to ruin her day by showing up to the one place she hadn’t expected him to be. He never came into the office, not in all the week
s she had worked here. Of course, he was probably only there to see if he could further ruin her day. Well, she’d be damned if she gave him the satisfaction.

To Poppy, she inclined
her head, then stepped out of the room with only one goal in mind: to find the man in question. 

18

Tate shuffled some papers around on his desk to clear some elbow room. One of these days, he really needed to take some time to clean his office. He would have thought Piper would have done it, but apparently her services didn’t extend that far. Even the trash can looked like it had thrown up.

It was his fault, of course. He wasn’t that much of an ass that he couldn’t recognize when he bore responsibility. When he wrote he needed to make notes, which resulted in hundreds of pieces of scrap paper whose permanent home became wherever they landed after leaving his pockets. It was an organized mess. Better at the office than at home, though. Home didn’t have a janitor to pick up after him.

             
Staring at the blinking cursor, Tate scratched his head as he searched his mind for his next plan of action. His character, Stacy, and her partner, Howard, were standing in the middle of a cave located deep in the Amazon jungles. They had just navigated a treacherous series of tunnels that dumped them into the middle of an unmarked section of forest…and someone was on their trail. The book was part three in what had turned into a very successful adventure series, and it should have been smooth sailing at this point, but his head was muddled and his characters weren’t exactly lifting a finger to help him out.

             
“Shit.” It was the only word he had in his vocabulary all morning. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered. Had he taken that job in Sacramento at the close of his senior year at university, he would be wearing suits and ties and earning a fat paycheck now. Instead, he had chosen the life of an artist where each paycheck depended on his ability to constantly form new ideas, put them to paper, market and advertise, and interact with the public. At any moment, if he slacked off too much or his brain simply took a vacation, he could be out of a job. People were fickle like that.

             
But at least he could wear jeans to work. Definitely a bonus.

             
Leaning back in his chair, staring accusingly at the screen, Tate’s blank thoughts were interrupted when the door suddenly burst open, slamming against the wall as Piper stormed inside.

             
“What are you doing here?” Piper demanded to know, her voice deceptively calm considering the turbulent storm brewing behind those ferocious brown eyes. God, she was magnificent when she got all fired up.

His cock twitched to life and Tate shifted to hide the growing erection now tenting his pants. He looked at her, affecting a bored expression.

             
Avoidance. It was a hard thing to do, especially when you worked with the person. He’d left her apartment after calling her names and he hadn’t even bothered to stop and apologize, and Tate had been kicking his own ass ever since.

They never should have slept together.
They never should have done what they did, period. Big mistake, mixing business with pleasure. Now every time he looked at her he couldn’t shake the image of her bent over the edge of a sink as he pounded into her from behind, or his new personal favorite, watching her cum while he buried his face between her thighs.

She’d been calling him and leaving messages that he had yet to play back, but so far he had managed to elude her. He figured that if he ignored her long enough, she would give up. Without any direction from him, he assumed she would take the day off. To be safe, he had come into the office to get some work done, knowing that it would be risky to stay home when she had
a key and could barge in on him anytime.

Yep, he probably should have taken that away before leaving last night. She could have
sneaked in and killed him while he slept. He wouldn’t blame her one bit if she had, because he had been completely out of line, but damn, that would suck.

So, he was avoiding her.
He knew it was childish and he couldn’t keep her away forever—she was a huge part of his life—but he needed some time to get his shit together before he could face her.

             
Would she be hurt? He grimaced at the idea that she might be mad at him. What if she had cried? Hell that would be even worse.

             
Then it dawned on him. What if she wasn’t affected at all? What if Piper was perfectly indifferent to their little tryst? For some reason, that scenario kind of stung, which was ridiculous because the best thing for them both is if she remained completely unattached like he had. Yes, he was unattached.

             
Completely.

Unattached.

Should have stayed home today
.

             
She had asked him a question. What was it again? Tate cleared his throat and his head at once. “I came to get some work done. What are
you
doing here?”

             
Piper, her soft hair fluttering around her shoulders, crossed the room with purpose. Tate held back a groan and shifted the relentless erection digging at his fly. She wore a burgundy dress, the kind that wrapped around her waist and dipped down low in the front, hinting at just enough cleavage to shove his mind straight into the gutter. And the way her hips sashayed…
Damn
.

             
“Same. What, didn’t think I could function without your guidance,” she sneered, then shifted her gaze to the bundle she carried and got down to business. “
Transgressions
is back from editing.” She plunked the heavy manuscript on the desk and took the seat across from him. “You’ll need to get right on that and have it back to me by the end of the month with any changes so I can get it off for a final proof.” Long fingers flipped through a stack on her lap. She hadn’t looked at him since she entered the office.
Hmm
. “You have a one-thirty with Ms. Peters and a three o’clock with Doctor Dwight. What do you want me to pick you up for lunch?”

             
Reclining back in his chair, Tate watched her as he mentally organized his day. Really, Piper wasn’t required to do any of this, but to keep him on schedule; it was a necessary evil and a task she insisted on providing. With his mind as cluttered as his workspace, he wasn’t about to turn her down. Honestly, he was a little surprised that she was still willing to do anything for him after the way he’d behaved.

“Cancel Ms. Peters. I hate interviews. Reschedule Dwight. I hate dentists. I’m in the mood for something Italian. Surprise me. And I will get started on the revisions tonight.”

              Piper busily scratched out a few notes, pressing the tip of the ballpoint into the paper a little harder than was necessary. “I will
reschedule
Ms. Peters. You
will
go to see Doctor Dwight,
today
,” she stressed, “and I’ll see if I can find you a Stromboli or something.” She glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow, daring him to argue.

             
Tate glared, but there was no anger behind it. “You drive a hard bargain, Ms. Donovan.”

             
Her eyes flashed. “That’s because I know what you need, Mr. Larson.”

             
Smirking, Tate inclined his head. “That you do.” Her use of his last name hadn’t escaped his notice. So it was like that now, was it? He’d gotten down on his hands and knees and licked her until she came in his mouth, and now she was…He suddenly remembered why he was avoiding her. Straightening, Tate turned to his computer screen. “Is that all then?”

             
Silence stretched as Piper watched him, her expression unreadable. Finally, she clicked her pen and rose to her feet. “I guess that’s all for now.” Tate relaxed a little as she made her way to the door. For a moment there, he thought she might want to do some something heinous, like talk.

             
Reaching for the door, Piper suddenly dropped her hand and spun around to face him. “Actually, that’s not all,” she said as she marched up to his desk with a determined glint in her eye. Tate eased back, preparing to take whatever verbal lashing she was about to unleash on him. What he didn’t expect was for her to look so ravishing doing it. “Why the hell have you been avoiding me?”

             
“I haven’t—”

             
“The hell!” Piper slammed her stack of files on his desk so hard, a blast of cool air scattered a few loose papers to the floor and pushed the hair on his forehead back. “You walked out on me, in the middle of a fight,” she accused, “and then like a coward, you’ve refused to answer my calls or return my messages.”

*****

If she wasn’t so pissed off, Piper would have laughed at the stunned, and slightly fearful, look on his face.

             
Despite her initial determination to confront him, the moment she entered the office she had lost her nerve. For whatever reason, standing in front of Tate Larson shorted her circuits and disabled her defenses.

She was kicking herself as she very nearly walked out the door, but his question had her rethinking her earlier promise to herself, and she couldn’t ignore the need to hear his excuses. No doubt they would be incredibly lame, as any man
performing the walk of shame would resort to.

             
Walk of shame
, she snorted. If anyone deserved to walk that path, it was her. After an insanely good fucking—oral or otherwise, that is all that it was, she had come to realize—he had treated her like some two-bit floozy not worth much else. Well, he was going to answer for that.

             
“I haven’t been avoiding you.” Piper’s brow lifted dangerously. Tate raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, I might have been avoiding you. But it was for good reason!” he rushed out.

             
“Good reason.” For some reason, Piper was not convinced.

             
“Yes, good reason.” Pushing to his feet, Tate towered over her, which, she assumed, made him feel a little more confident, big man that he was. “Piper.” He sighed. “What we did, that was a mistake. It never should have happened.”

             
Everything in her body recoiled, the words stinging more than they should. Hell, she knew it was a mistake. She had been the one to put an end to it, but it didn’t stop the fact that a part of her still wanted him, and standing there before him, she barely managed to keep her reaction internal. Her only tell was a slight stiffening of her muscles, which she was confident Tate hadn’t noticed because the minute the words left his lips, he spun away from her, giving her his back.

What he said hurt.
It was a monumental understatement, but she would be damned if she let him see what he did to her. She’d had all night let the knowledge of how bad Tate would be for her soak in. She wasn’t going to continue acting stupid or let her naiveté show by letting him have his way with her. Piper Donovan was a strong, independent woman. She would rather throw herself over the proverbial cliff before she let him, or anyone, know that they got to her. Sure, it was a little late for that, the damage done, but it was time to take control of this situation.

“It was just sex, Tate.” Pipe
r bit out the words, but somehow managed to make them sound flippant anyway. It looked like that semester of high school drama was finally coming in handy. “It’s not like I’m in love with you or anything.”

Pivoting around, Tate regarded her with hard eyes. “Yeah, we wouldn’t want that, right,” he said bitterly, making Piper wonder at what was going on in that head of his. Did he want her to fall in love with
him? Hell, it would probably give a real boost to his already overinflated ego if she did. Fat chance of that ever happening.

Stepping closer to the sliver of window, Tate looked out at the city skyline and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I’m sorry about
last night. The things I said. I didn’t mean any of it. I was upset.”

“So that gives you the right to call me names?” Piper
shot back.

“No.” Tate twisted around, his expression pinched. “My behavior was inexcusable. I’m sure you know by now that I have a problem keeping my temper in check, but no matter how pissed off I get, I don’t have the right to mistreat anyone. Most especially you.”

His voice had turned soft at that last bit, and Piper couldn’t deny the need in her to forgive him, but she had to stay strong. Now more than ever, it was clear that allowing herself to get too close to this man would be to her detriment. Tate was dangerous to a girl’s heart.

“Look,” Piper began, steeling her resolve. She leaned forward, propping her hands on the edge of the desk and looking him in the eye, letting him see the truth reflected in them. She would forgive, but she wouldn’t forget. “As much as I want to tell you to go fuck yourself, I need this job. So consider this your one pass. But if anything like this ever happens again, I will file a complaint. I’m here to work, and
nothing
else,” she stressed, hoping he understood her.