“What’s this?” He turns the plain white envelope over in his hands.

“Open it.”

Colt looks at me for a moment, then carefully breaks the seal on the envelope and slides out a two million dollar check to the Center for Cervical Cancer Research, made out in honor of Elaina Palmer. His breath catches. When his eyes flick to mine, they’re filled with incredible emotion.

It was my last request of McAllister, to see that all of money be donated to a good cause. This is the first installment. The next check I want donated to the region affected by the oil spill. When I told him what I had in mind, he didn’t even argue. He hastily made out the check and handed it to me. I suspected it had something to do with safeguarding that one day in the future, maybe he’d have the chance to rebuild his relationship with his son.

Colt’s still quietly studying the check in his hands, but there are a few more things I need to say to him.

“I wanted to…thank you.” I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head. Why did everything feel so horribly formal between us? “I talked to McAllister. You changed your mind about helping me. Thank you,” I say solemnly.

“I wanted to help you, I just had to figure out how, Taylor. He’s my dad.” Colt inhales sharply and runs his hands through his already disheveled hair. “He and I already had a terrible relationship. Running him out of his own company didn’t help that any, but you were right, it had to be done.” He meets my eyes, his gaze steely and intense. “I just needed time to see that.”

Gosh, of course he needed time. Was I so selfish that I just expected him to disown his father on my command? The achy feeling in my chest intensifies. This is not going the way I expected. What must he think of me?

“Not to mention, the thought of being the head of an international multi-million dollar corporation at age nineteen is a little overwhelming.” He smiles softly and my stomach flips.

Oh God. My feelings for him haven’t faded. Not one bit. If anything, after this, they’ve intensified.

“So I suppose we’re back to Mr. Palmer, then given your new role?”

He smirks, and shakes his head slowly. “No. But if I can, I’d like to use my pull around here to see if I can get you to stay. Of course, that’s up to you.”

My heartbeat builds, waiting to see where this conversation is going.

But we both stay quiet. A few moments later Colt stands nods once politely and leaves. The empty feel of the room haunts me after he’s gone.

* * *

“Taylor,” MJ sighs, pulling me up from my bed. “This has got to stop.” She studies me with concerned expression.

I close my eyes, silently pushing back the heartbreak, Colt’s rejection. And I take a deep breath to clear my head.

“You mope around. You barely speak. You don’t eat. You zone out in class.”

I can’t argue with her. Everything she’s said is true.

“And Colt’s the same way. Distracted, sad and sulky. She shudders. “I’ve never seen him sulk. In fact, I didn’t think he had any human emotions before you got a hold of him.”

I look up at her. Colt, sad? No. He could’ve easily made this right between us, but he hadn’t. This is what he wanted. I forced his dad away and forced him into a role he wasn’t sure he wanted. I ruined any chance we had.

“Taylor, I can read it on him plain as day. He misses you. The line of girls streaming from his bedroom was his defensive mechanism. He was scared. But you showed him another way.”

“Don’t.” I hold up one hand, stopping her. I can’t allow myself to hope. It would only destroy me again. What happened to the MJ who hated Colt? Was disgusted by his very existence? I missed that MJ. I needed her level-head to keep my feet on the ground and not allow this crazy line of thinking to continue. I was not the girl who would change Colt.  He truly was beyond help.

MJ squeezes my hand. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but…he loves you. I can see it in the way he looks at you. He’s heartbroken without you. ”

“Are you high?”

“I wish.” She rolls her eyes. “Go talk to him. Okay?”

I nod while tears irrationally well in my eyes.

“And if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go throw up now for suggesting you be with Colt.”

I laugh despite my teary eyes. “Thanks, MJ.”

She gives my hand a squeeze then leaves me alone.

* * *

I tap lightly at the door to the office.

“Come in,” his voice calls.

I open the door to find Colt behind a heavy wooden desk, clicking away on his keyboard in his newly appointed, but bare office. He’s deep in concentration and doesn’t look up from the screen. He’s dressed in a button down shirt and dress pants, and would have looked professional and sophisticated if it wasn’t for his messy bedroom hair. I sigh; his hair that always invited my touch. When I think about how good he looks, I feel a little stabbing pain my chest. Is this what heart failure feels like?

I blink the thought away.

When I look at him again, he’s stopped typing and is watching me intently.

“Hi,” I offer, my voice trembling against my will.

“Hi.”

I take a deep breath, hoping to clear my head. “I’m here for my next assignment,” I inform him, sounding business-like and confident, I note.

He smiles one of his sexy half-smiles, making my stomach twist. “Are you now?” He rises from his chair, placing his palms flat on the desk in front of him, leaning in toward me. “So eager this morning. What changed your mind?”

“You,” I say boldly, meeting his eyes.

He watches me cautiously, neither of us moving. That familiar buzz of electricity still hums between us.

My eyes flick down from his, and instead focus on his hands, still flat on the desk. I don’t know why, but suddenly I feel self-conscious around him. “Thank you for what you did.”

“Thank you for that donation honoring my mother. That was very kind of you.”

I nod silently. “So about my next assignment…that’s not the only reason I came down here.”

He smiles, tilting his head as he watches me.

“I do intend to stay, but there’s something more I want too.”

“More?” he asks, a slight smile tugging on his lips.

And after everything he’s already done for me, how can I possibly be asking for more? But his impish little smile urges me on.

I take a deep breath. “Us. The girlfriend thing…is that all in our past?” I look down, blushing.

Suddenly he’s around the desk, standing in front of me, lifting my chin to meet his eyes. My heart flies into my throat. The contact of his skin sends a jolt through my stomach and my body clenches in response.

“I hope not, because I was quite fond of that idea.” He brings his hand up to cradle my jaw, his thumb skimming across my bottom lip. I eagerly open my mouth, my lips complying greedily at his touch. His voice washes over me in just a whisper, “I’m game, if you’re okay with teaching me about this whole having a girlfriend thing. There’s a lot I don’t know.”

I nod. “I can teach you.”  My voice is breathless as my body instantly responds to his touch. “And there are probably a few things you can teach me too.”

He looks at my quizzically. “Like what?”

“My eighteenth birthday is next week.” I wait for my meaning to sink in.

His eyes get wide. “Always so sassy.” He shakes his head. “But you forget, I make the rules around here now.”

“And?” I challenge.

“Maybe I’m not so keen on waiting anymore.”

Whoa. He’s so freaking hot like this.

Colt leans down to kiss me, stopping before our lips touch. The wait is agonizing. “God I’ve missed you,” he murmurs against my mouth.

I groan as his words tug at me, feeling wanted and very desirable. I reach up and grab his hair, forcing his lips to mine. Turns out, I’m not so keen on this waiting thing either.

After a deep kiss, Colt pulls back and peppers my lips with several chaste kisses. He’s smiling. It’s so good to see him happy. I take stock of how I feel. And in this moment, I decide nothing could be better. I’m choosing my future: a relationship with Colt, this crazy school, all of it, and feeling very up for my next adventure.  Life is good.

“So you’re in charge now?” I ask, while Colt nuzzles into my neck, inhaling deeply. But it’s really not a question, more of an observation.

He smirks. He looks confident, completely in control, yet I can’t help but remember his comment from before about not wanting all this.

“How do you feel about all that?” I inquire.

“I got this, baby.”  He leans down to kiss me again. I wonder if he’s talking about being in charge of the school, or learning how to be a proper boyfriend. Or maybe both.

Without breaking the kiss, he kicks the door closed behind us. Colt being in charge is going to have its perks.

* * *

Stay tuned for book two, the sexy conclusion to In Too Deep…

Tempted

by Eliza Jane

Seventeen year old Taylor has survived her first year at the Wilbrook Academy for gifted teens. Even more difficult than her hacking assignments is learning to trust that her boyfriend Colt’s manwhoring ways are history. But if she can get over his past, she may get her first chance at love. When an extended field assignment takes Colt and his ex-fling Bria to London, Taylor gets stuck entertaining Colt’s younger, and just as tempting brother, Reis. Can she trust Colt alone with Bria? And what about when emotionally available and baggage-free Reis makes his feelings for her clear, will she be the one tempted to cheat?