Chapter 50

• Just as they had agreed, they spent their days after work chilling on the sofa, watching TV and reading books. She read her new collection of romance books on her E-reader while he read what she could only assume were biographies and autobiographies, as he was very secretive about his iPad, the reticent businessman. Despite the crazy urge to jump each other’s bones, Talia patted herself on the back for the restraint they showed. She wasn’t going to lie, there were times, like when she would feel his erection pressed against her hip in the early mornings, because, thanks to having just one room and the couch that couldn’t comfortably fit even half his body, they were forced to share a bed, she felt the temptation like the searing of a branding rode against her skin. But especially those moments when he would walk out of the bedroom to the living room, freshly showered to grab a cup of coffee from the kitchen, steam rising off his body, the towel slung lower around his hips. She questioned the reason she set the no sex rule. And of course, her own sanity. But, in the pursuit to protect her heart, she kept herself from licking those drips off water like a melting Popsicle.
• This wasn’t just a one objective mission. Talia was determined to help him get over his anxiety and panic disorder. The first thing she did was set the rule that work remained at work. Rafe couldn’t bring work home, nor work over time past a two hour limit. He’d laughed at that, not taking her seriously, that was until the day she turned off the power to her apartment from the fuse box in the basement.
• “You did something to the power,” he said the moment she walked into the dark apartment, nothing but the torch on his phone beamed light.