Harley's POV

 I've been trying to avoid making eye contact with Jonah since the elevator, but I can feel his gaze on my back as I scan the door numbers in search of room 411. My heart is still racing from our kiss, and my mind is reeling from the two warring thoughts in my head. I'm beyond attracted to Jonah. But he's my boss. There are too many things that can go wrong there.

"417, 415, 413..." I trail off as I find our room and wait for Jonah to catch up, since he has the keycard.

I half expect him to say something about me avoiding him, but he doesn't. He scans the card on the reader and pushes the door open, holding it out for me.

I duck past him and set my purse on a stand leaning against the wall. The room isn't very big, but it's still bigger than most. There's a little living section with a microwave, coffeemaker, and a small black couch. At least neither of us has to worry about sleeping on the floor.

"Not what I had been expecting, but I suppose there isn't much they can do if there are limited rooms available." Jonah gently pushes past me and sets his bag down on the couch. "Like I said earlier, you can have the bed. I'll take the couch."

I open my mouth to argue with him, but I feel like the effort will be futile. If I'm being honest, I'm not sure I would mind if he wanted to share the bed. And I know that if I offered to take the couch and let him sleep in the bed, my back would be killing me. And maybe that's selfish of me, but I know I'm not the only person who's ever thought that way.

Jonah looks down at his watch. "It's about 8 a.m. now. That means it's about 10 p.m. in Seattle. But our first meeting here is at two, so the options are to go to the pool, the fitness center, or go get some breakfast. Or, you could stay here and take a nap."

"Is the breakfast option a date invitation or just you being nice?" I ask. It's an automatic response, so I didn't think to much into it, but the second it comes out, I find myself hoping he'll say it's a date invitation.

He shrugs, but I can sense a little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "It's whatever you want it to be, fleur."

Arrogant little... he finds this so amusing...

I take in his offer for a second. While a nap would be more beneficial - especially with the amount of yawns I have had to hold back in the past couple of hours - I can't help but want to get breakfast with him more.

"Breakfast, it is," I say.

He quirks an eyebrow, and I turn on my heel, grabbing my purse from where I left it.

"Shall we?" I ask, looking back to see if he'll follow me. When he hesitates, I shrug and start to walk through the door.

"Wait, no. Harley." He takes a few large strides and grabs my arm, pulling me back a little too quickly. I flip and crash into his chest. His hand slips around my back to keep me from falling. "I lied. I don't really want to get breakfast. I'd much rather stay here with you."

"Sir, I'm not sure what you're insinuating but -"

His dark eyebrows pinch together as he looks down at me. I try to move away, but he doesn't move his hand. "You've never called me sir. What's with that all of a sudden?"

I shake my head and look away from him. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm being so weird. It's just that there are two very conflicting thoughts in my mind whenever I'm around you and I never know which one to listen to."

His hand slides up to cup my chin, inching his face ever so close to mine. "Maybe I could help clear up some of the confusion?"

My breath stops. "I think if anything, that would... would confuse me so much more."

There's a huskiness to his voice as it drops a few pitches. "Can't hurt to try, can it?"

I let out a small sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper as I start to give in. Jonah is my boss. I shouldn't feel this way about him. But when he's this close to me and talks the way he does, I can't think straight.

"Fuck it," I mutter and close the distance between our mouths.

Something about the kiss is different this time. There is strength behind his lips, and a shiver runs through me as his tongue brushes against my lip. I'm even more shocked when my lips part instinctually and his tongue slides against mine.

His hands are warm as they leave my cheeks to grab my thighs, lifting me up and hooking my legs around his waist. A moan escapes me as something hard presses into the bottom of my thigh and the kiss grows deeper.

He takes a few steps and places me on the bed, leaning forward and putting one hand on the blanket to support himself. His hand slides up my thigh, dangerously close to my core.

Then it hits me that I've given in. And if we don't stop now, things might go too far. I'm not sure this is the best idea, yet, and I'm not ready to compromise everything.

I push on his shoulders, and there's a loud suctioning sound as I break the seal between our lips. "Jonah, wait."

"What's wrong?"

I have to face the other direction to gather my thoughts. If I thought it was hard to think before, it's even more difficult when I can still feel his lips on mine and his hands in places they shouldn't have been.

"I just... You're still my boss. And as much as... I enjoyed that, what happens if we do get into a relationship and something happens? I don't want to be that girl, but I'm not sure I could just pretend like all is okay."

Jonah rolls away from me and sits on the bed beside me. I sit up, and he tucks a hair behind my ear. "I understand. But I promise that's not going to happen."

"But how do you know that?"

He grins. "How about this." Reaching over to the bedside stand, he grabs the notepad and a pen and starts writing.

"What are you doing?" I try to peer over his shoulder to see what he's writing.

"Here." He hands me the paper, and I read through what he's written.

My brows furrow. "Terms and conditions? Of what?"

"Of a relationship."

I'm taken aback by that. I feel like a broken record repeating the same things over and over again. "What?"

"Being a CEO, reading and assisting in the writing of contracts is something I'm good at. So, to make you feel better, we can write terms and conditions for our relationship."

"A relationship isn't a contract," I say, scooting away from him.

He tilts his head to the side, and his grin grows wider. "Isn't it though?"

I shake my head and fold my hands into my lap. "I don't know. I feel like such an idiot."

"Just read through it."

"The two signees below agree that if a relationship forms between the two of them, any amount of strife or romantic feelings will not get in the way of their working relationship," I read out loud. "But what's the penalty if the agreement isn't followed?"

He shrugs. "I don't know. I guess we'll figure it out as we go."

I pull my lip between my teeth and stare at the paper.

Jonah taps my hand with the pen. "If you don't want to, you don't have to. It was just an idea. But if you tell me to stop, I will. I'll never mention it again."

"This doesn't automatically put us in a relationship." I take the pen from him. "This is just an agreement that if we get into a relationship, we won't let it affect us."

He tips his head forward in a slight nod. "Of course."

"Okay," I say and sign the paper.

He grins and reaches over to cup my face again. He claims my lips in a kiss so slow it's practically painful. My whole body craves more of him but I'm afraid that if I give in, I'll never be able to break away.

He pulls back and sighs. "You should get some rest. I'm gonna go downstairs. I'll come get you when it's time to meet with the Lukov Real Estate reps."

As he leaves the room, I flop back on the bed and throw my arms over my eyes. "I swear to God, Harley, if you don't figure out your feelings soon, you're going to make your life so much more difficult than it has to be."