“Are you serious?”
He held her gaze and nodded, just once.
“Why didn’t you ever call me?”
He shrugged. “Why didn’t you call me?”
Christine looked at the cashier, who’d stopped scanning items to shamelessly eavesdrop on their conversation. “Um, maybe we should continue this somewhere else.”
Mac tilted his head then looked at the cashier. “Oh, uh, yeah.” He flashed a smile on the panty-melting variety at her, making Christine more jealous than she had any right to be. He chatted with the cashier while they both checked out. When Christine was finished Mac walked by her side to her car.
“Can I help you with your groceries?” he asked cheekily.
“It’s been a long time since then.”
Mac nodded. “I meant what I said, Christine. If I’d realized taking the job meant losing a chance with you I wouldn’t have taken the job.”
“Why? You said you like it.”
“I do. But there are other jobs. I don’t think there’s another you.”
Christine shook her head. “I think you’re fooling yourself. I’m nothing special.”
Mac grinned at her, sidling closer to her until her slid his arm around her back. She looked up at him as he lowered his lips to hers. “That’s where you’re wrong, Christine. You are special.”
He claimed her mouth with his last words. His lips gently brushed over hers, a quick tasting before he went back for more. He sampled her lips, trying her out the way she tested a glass of red wine. She tasted him right back, not caring that they were getting rained on or that cars were driving past and watching them.
Mac pulled her closer and teased her lips with his tongue. She opened to him and sighed into his kiss. Christine pressed her body against his, enjoying the feel of him. He growled and deepened their kiss, bringing his hand up to spear her hair. He tilted her head and pressed her against the side of her car, leaning his body into her.
Christine searched his mouth, dipping her tongue into his cheek, brushing against his tongue, and running her tongue along his teeth. Her temperature heated up with each stroke of her tongue against his until he broke their kiss and drug his lips down her throat. He nipped at her collarbones and rotated his hips against her.
“Jesus,” Mac said, stepping back. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You’re my boss. And I should respect you more than to be pawing at you in a parking lot.”
“Please don’t act like this is wrong just because you work for me. I’m so sick of being treated like I’m not good enough because I’m the boss. You’re no better than all those guys you were telling the cashier about. Except you kissed me. Maybe that means you’re just looking for a story to tell them. You’re right. We shouldn’t have done this. I need to go.”