If You Can't Handle the Heat (On Hold)

Chapter 3

As Tristan's face came back into view, our eyes locked on to one another. His baby blues seemed to see straight through me and into my very soul. For what seemed like hours, we stood there staring. Neither one of us wanting to look away. I could feel his breath on my face as he started to lean in closer. Without thinking I closed my eyes, waiting and hoping. All of a sudden the cooler door swung open. Within a split second Tristan was on the far side of the cooler looking at the vegies and breathing a little harder than he should. I almost whimpered at the loss of his closeness, his heat.

"What the hell is going on in here?" my father's voice boomed throughout the cooler.

"Dad!" I squealed. "I thought you weren't coming in till after one?"

"Savannah, it is after one," he said, raising a brow. As I looked at my watch, I realized that he was right. Had I really spent so much time in the cooler? That was crazy...Right?

"Tristan, in my office now!" is all he said and walked out of the cooler, leaving the two of us alone, again. I looked at him with a sad smile on my face and started to walk out after my father. As I reached the door, I felt a strong hand grab my arm. I stopped and turned around to face him. Before I could say one word to him, his lips crashed onto mine, sending sparks shooting through my entire body. Releasing my arm, he moved his hand to cradle the back of my head and with the other, he wrapped it around my waist. Taking on a life of their own, my hands slowly slid up his rock hard chest and took root around his neck. He deepened the kiss and pulled me closer. I was quickly running out of air but I didn't care at this point. All I could think about was how wonderful it felt to be in his strong muscular arms. After another few seconds, Tristan finally broke away and this time I did whimper at the loss of contact from his soft lips. Still holding on to me, he finally spoke.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do that, Savannah!" His breathing coming under control. "When I first laid eyes on you that day in the café, I knew without a doubt that I wanted you, but you left without me getting your number. My heart ached at the thought of not seeing you again, but fate was on my side, when who do I see as I walk into my new job? You, Savannah. Right there in front of me."

"Tristan..." I started to say.

"No Savannah let me finish. I know what your father said and frankly I don't care right now. All I want is to get to know and be with you; damn the consequences'."

I could see the determination in his eyes and something inside of me told me that he meant it. There was a fire burning in those blue eyes of his. A fire I have never seen in any man. But as much as I wanted to be consumed by his desire, I couldn't. Stepping out of his reach, I said softly looking at me feet, "Tristan, we can't."

I have never felt so unsure and confused in my whole life. I was a strong willed aking no shit from any one kind of woman; but in this situation I was frail and weak. How could this happen? This is not me. With more resolve in my voice, I spoke again.

"This can never happen again. We can't let this happen again. I am a professional and will not mix business with pleasure. If you value your position here, then you will put a stop to this now."

Even as the words were spewing out of my mouth, I felt sadness in my heart. I didn't even believe my own words. Truth be told, I wanted Tristan from the moment I saw him. I wanted to rip off all his clothes and claim every inch of him for myself. I wanted to taste every part of him and I wanted him to take me completely. But this could never happen. My father would never allow it. Yes I was a grown woman and had a life of my own, but defying my father or disappointing him was one thing I couldn't do. He meant the world to me. For the longest time, it had just been the two of us after my mother up and left. We were the dynamic duo, a force to be reckoned with. I didn't want to jeopardies that.