Chapter 56: Agree To Dinner

\[Gianna’s POV\]

I stare in disbelief at the man in front of me as he stares me down with those intense eyes of his.

He’s being serious.

He’s being serious and if this kept up and someone caught us then my career would be ruined.

“What exactly do you want me to say?” I ask, looking around. “Do you not understand the meaning of a one night stand?”

“I do,” he counters. “But usually those I fuck usually have the common decency to wait until I wake up to say lets leave.”

“And?”

No way.

Was he acting like this because his pride was hurt over what happened?

There was no way, but here he was cornering me and making me answer his damned question.

“And you hurt my pride, little escape artist.” He tells me. “Do you know how I felt waking up alone in that bed?”

“I don’t,” I tell him and immediately regret saying it. “Come on,” I sigh, my annoyance spiking. “Can’t we be adults about this?”

“We can,” he confirms. “But that means that you should at least make it up to me.”

My eyes grow wide as I take in what this man is saying and when I hear the sound of laughter, I grab his shirt and then tug him into a janitors closet right beside us.

“Well, well,” Grant chuckles, taking my actions as me wanting to be alone with him. “I didn’t know you were into this kind of thing.”

“I’m not,” I snap. “But you didn’t leave me any other choice.”

Dammit.

Why was I so unlucky lately?

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to just up and leave and start a new life somewhere, but I didn’t have the funds for such a thing.

Then what other option did that leave me?

“One dinner,” I say slowly, an idea hitting me. “If I give you one dinner will you leave me alone?”

I know that it is a long shot that this crazy, stalkerish man would agree to such a thing, but I needed to try.

“One dinner,” Grant repeats, considering. “Do you think one dinner is enough to make up for the embarrassment you caused me?”

Oh, wah wah. I think silently.

He was a grown ass man and as such he should be used to such things.

“One dinner,” I repeat. “That’s all I’m willing to give you. You should understand better than anyone why things can’t go past that.”

“And what am I supposed to understand?” He asks, playing dumb.

“Dammit,” I growl and then immediately regret it as Grant gives me a look that screams he is really enjoying this.

“You know, for someone so beautiful, you sure do have a bad mouth.”

You ain’t seen nothing, you bastard. I think silently, while keeping my expression neutral.

“Sorry, but in this industry you gotta be a bit hard. Anyway, you should understand that there is no way what happened that night can ever happen again.”

“Because I’m your boss?” He asks.

“No,” I respond. “Because you’re my step-uncle and if my mother or even Anthony found out what we did they would kill us. However, being my boss is a huge reason too.”

I worked my ass off to get to where I was now and if there was so much as a whisper that I may have gotten there because I was fucking the CEO then my hard work would be ruined.

“Then shouldn’t we just make sure no one finds out?” Grant asks and I feel his hands come to rest on my sides. “Do you really think that you can use me as you want and then decide it is over?”

“I do,” I respond. “I’m an adult and able to make adult decisions and…”

“Sorry,” Grant husks, his hard, muscular body pressing against mine. “You don’t get to decide when things are over. Only I…” he continues, his lips brushing my chin. “Get to do that.”

Fuck.

As he moves, teasing me and being so dominant, I feel my core throb with need.

This man was dangerous.

I realized it the first night that we met, but I thought that I wouldn’t have to fear anything because we would never meet again.

However, now, here we were together, in a broom closet of all places getting heated and even though my brain is screaming that I need to escape, my body screams for him to continue touching and kissing me.

“You don’t seem so opposed to me when we are like this.” Grant says sexily. “Does this mean that you are a woman of action and not speaking?”

“Please,” I whimper, feeling my resolve disappearing. “Please don’t push things.”

I couldn’t let him get any closer.

If he did, I was certain that my life would be turned upside down and there would be no going back when that happened.

“One dinner,” I repeat, wanting to get away quickly. “Let’s agree to one dinner and then see where things go from there.”

Growing quiet, I wait while Grant considers my offering, his thick brows furrowed, his lips pursed in consideration, and his hands, his hands knead at my sides, sending pleasant tingles through me.

“Alright,” he finally says and I feel a wave of relief slam into me. “Let’s do one dinner, but know that if you try to dip out on me, I will make sure that you pay for embarrassing me again.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I breathe, though I was considering it. “You just name the time and place and I promise I will be there.”

“Sure,” Grant smiles, his hands finally releasing me as he steps back. “Give me your phone.”

“My phone,” I repeat, coming back to my senses. “And why on earth do you need my phone?”

“To put my number in it obviously.” Grant huffs. “Now, hand it to me.”

Nodding, I do as instructed, grabbing my phone and then passing it to Grant and after he puts his number in and passes it back to me, I prepare to leave.

“Not so fast,” he says, pulling out his own phone. “Now you give your number to me.”