JAMES
In my office, our kiss fades, but I can’t bring myself to break away from Grace. Resting my forehead on hers, I breathe her in. Her scent dances through my nose, uplifting me, intoxicating me.
“I have to leave soon,” I whisper, but damn I don’t want to let her go. “Mike and I have a lunch meeting with a client.”
I feel Grace's brow furrow against mine. “Why am I different?”
I take a step back, studying her face.
“To the others. To Bell, to…Mike.”
“Don’t do this,” I say, sighing as I back away a couple of steps further. “You know who I am, Grace. I can’t take it back and not screw them.” I wouldn’t even if I could, though I don’t add that part. At the time, any man I’ve ever f****d was because I needed them in that moment.
“I know that,” he spits, huffing in frustration. “This
