“I think you should consider your alternatives."
"What alternatives?"
"Me."
She tilted her head down to hide her smile. "You aren't on the list."
"I don't care about the damn list, and I don't care about the game. I want you, Layla. And if I have to leave the office-"
"I don't want you to leave the office," she said softly. "I like sharing the space with you. I like being with you. I like that you're caring and protective. I like that you line up your pencils, and color-code your files, and that your shoes are always polished, and your ties are perfectly knotted. I like that you are funny and sarcastic, and some of the best times I've had have been interviewing people with you. I like how loyal you are, even though you support the wrong baseball team. I like that you pretend not to know any movies but you can list almost every horror film ever made. And I like the way you kiss."
His face softened and he gave a satisfied smile. "You like my kisses?"
"Very much."
"What else do you like?"
Layla licked her lips. "Take me to your place and I'll show you.”