Free Obsession (Magnetic Desires Book 4) by Misti Murphy

urge to leave my desk, to race across the room and slam into his office, slam into him and let him do exactly what he wanted. Not yet. Giving in wouldn’t change anything.
     
    Was! It was one of my favorite things to do. But that was before we fucked it up. I’m not sleeping with you ever again, remember?
     
    I hit send, my heart pounding while I waited for his reply. What if he thought I meant it still?
     
    Who said anything about sleeping? I sure as hell can’t fuck you if you’re snoring.
    Look, in all seriousness, I know you think we’re done. We’re toxic. Whatever. But you’re wrong. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I miss you. You might be crazy, and I might be a fucking douche canoe for letting you go in the first place, but we belong together. I’m not going to give up on that.
     
    My throat closed up, my heart flipping. I rubbed at the spot where it seemed to be swelling. This wasn’t some light flirtation now. We were crossing a line, an invisible barrier I’d built to protect myself from missing him. Because missing him hurt too damn much, and it made me crazy. So I held onto the crazy, put it into an email in an attempt to keep it from overwhelming me.  
     
    Belonged. Past tense, Mike. And I’m not crazy!
     
    I leaped out of my seat and rushed for the break room. Tears prickled behind my eyeballs, and I gripped the edge of a counter and bowed my head.
    I was crazy. He made me fucking crazy. I’d always been on the precipice, but when he’d broken my heart, he’d made it so much worse. Now we were playing with fire, and there were no guarantees. Could I survive him without losing my mind? With shaking hands I poured a coffee and made my way back to my desk. His next email was waiting for me, and I attempted to ignore it, tried to just breathe. But it called to me like a siren.
     
    Psychopathic, nymphomaniac, wild beyond all reasonable doubt. It doesn’t matter to me. You’re my brand of crazy. You’re mine, from that time I drove you home and for however long we have, full stop, and that delightful pussy of yours, too.
     
    It was time to end this conversation. I couldn’t think with him infiltrating every second of my time. Not to mention the landslide of emotions he dragged up in me.
     
    And my little dog, too! You’re still a douche canoe. Now if you don’t mind, boss, I’m going to forget this conversation and get back to work.
    PS: Bring it up again, and I will ensure you can’t find a damn thing in your office.
     
    And that was the end of it. I closed my email and started sorting through the stack of files. Just code the damn files. Clean them up and put them back in the filing cabinet. Don’t think. I could be professional. And afterwards I’d, what? Maybe go see my sister. After all she and Leo had been through, they’d made it work. She’d let go of her past. Perhaps I could, too.
    I tried to kick my racing thoughts out of my head and concentrate on work, but they crowded in on me. I scraped my palm over my throat. Had it gotten stifling in the office? What if I’d been wrong? What if I’d single handedly wrecked everything?
    Chelsea tracked me as I paced to the desk and picked up my bag from beneath the desk, only stopping long enough to check my email.
     
    I surrender. Listen, there’s something I have to tell you. It’s kind of important. Can you drop round tonight?
     
    My heart stopped in my chest. Shutting down my computer monitor, I moved numbly through the office to the back door, stuttering something about going to lunch early.
    He had something he needed to tell me. Something kind of important. Something that could change everything? Like my belief that he’d cheated on me? That he’d stopped loving me like everyone else in my life had?
    I sunk against the door, my hand wrapped around the door handle, while guilt washed over me as memories that felt like they’d happened yesterday and not three years ago hit. Nausea rose in my