A Pigeon Pair: Sweetheart, Let's Get Married novel Chapter 32

He had been staring at her ... legs?

Everly followed Maverick's eyes to her thighs. The skirt was in a bad shape. It was not short or transparent. So, she was only wearing panties under it. Now, she felt so embarrassed.

Maverick was a pervert?

Everly was mad and quickly covered her legs.

"Stop looking. You creep! Turn around!"

"Did you just give me an order?" Maverick asked.

"Yes, I did. This is my body. Who gives you the permission to look at my legs? Turn around!"

The silky skirt only made her more delicious when being pulled. Maverick's temples twitched. He lost control and grabbed her wrist, raising it high above her head.

Then he caught a glimpse of her red underwear.

Everly's purse fell to the ground.

She gaped at him in disbelief. "W-what are you doing?"

"Secretary Everly, have you forgotten how you straddled me last night?" he threw a question instead with a wicked smile.

She was astonished!

What had he just said?

Last night?

What had happened last night?

She had been drunk then.

But hadn't she woken up in her own bed? Moreover, her brother had driven her home. Had something happened between her and Maverick before she reached home?

Everly was a bit annoyed, because she knew very well that no matter what had happened, she couldn't remember.

She would black out when she got drunk and forget things.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall a damn.

Now Maverick had got her. She didn't know how to argue back.

"Well, I drank those for you, Mr. Maverick." Everly was running out of ways, so she claimed credit. "You brought me to that party for the first time. I did you a favor and got drunk. If we did something, it must have been a mistake, right?"

She actually said it had been a favor.

She looked meek but sounded vindictive.

Maverick sneered, "Did I ask you to do it?"

Everly was at a loss for words.

"Before I took you there, had I asked you how much you could drank? Or had I instructed you to drink for me at the table?"

Everly's eyes widened. "What do you mean...?"

"You're so smart. You can figure out on your own."

Everly felt she must have been an idiot to do that for him last night. She was suffering from a hangover and a splitting headache. This morning, she had to drink coffee to sober up despite the discomfort in her stomach. So, all that was for nothing?

"Then why didn't you stop me?" Her face grew gloomy.

"My dear secretary, you wanted to show your professionalism and loyalty so bad. How could I rob you of the chance?"

Apparently, he was mocking her.

Everly was furious but pursed her lips in silence.

It was getting weird. They shouldn't be here alone. But maybe because the elevator was shut down remotely, no one else showed up in the rush hour.

She felt the air getting thinner when he had been so close to her for so long. Besides, holding half a coffee and the skirt hem was exhausting.

"Would you please let me go home to change?"

Everly pretended to be polite.

However, he just stared at her.

She was annoyed and wanted to say something, but he suddenly approached her and whispered in her ear, his hot breath tickling it, "Don't you want to know what happened last night?"

She didn't reply.

"I drove you back." His voice got deeper with a sprinkle of lust.

The corners of Everly's mouth twitched, and she replied somewhat awkwardly, "I, I thought my brother...."

"I had you driven to your neighborhood." He reached out and pinched her chin, his slightly rough fingers stroking it.

She trembled all over.

It was highly inappropriate.

Moreover, she could feel he wanted her from his aura and fingers.

Everly was flustered and wanted to push him away, but her hands weren't free.

He didn't let her go. He was obsessive about two things...

The man in her phone.

And her past with Lucas.

What else didn't he know about her?

He was dying to find out.

"There's no need to cover your legs. I've seen them before."

Everly was silent.

She couldn't think straight. But did he mean last night?

But she hadn't been in a dress yesterday...

"Mr. Maverick, don't ... act like this. We are at work, and I work for you. I am not your girlfriend. Hurry up and let go of me now. You...."

"Now you remember you work for me? You really forget what you did to me when I wasn't your boss?"

Her mind was a mess.

She had no idea what she had done last night.

Her voice trembled, and she felt guilty because she wasn't sure what had really happened. Besides, she knew he wouldn't lie about her taking advantage of him when she had been drunk.

So, she explained, "Mr. Maverick, listen to me. I would black out and forget things when I drink too much. Therefore, I can't recall yesterday, really."

"Blacking out?" He squinted with doubts.

She nodded.

But he missed it, because he had been eying her ruby lips.

As if crazy, he remembered that night again. And the kiss from yesterday....

It had never been enough.

He held his breath for a moment and said, "I'll help you remember." As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head to kiss her like a mad man.

He wanted to know if it would taste sweet.

In the blink of an eye, she felt his kiss coming.

Her heart lurched, and she quickly turned her face away.

His thin lips only brushed past her lip corner.

The air seemed to freeze.

It felt erotic.

Her lips trembled, and her legs went limp.