Free Protecting His Witch (Entangled Covet) (Keeper Of The Veil series Book 1) by Zoe Forward

sofa and then stood. She backed away from him as he advanced, effectively backing herself into a corner.
    “Open up,” he ordered.
    She opened and bit in. So delicious. Once she’d finished she narrowed her gaze on him. “That wasn’t fair.”
    “Maybe not, but you liked it.” He resumed his seat on the opposite side of the coffee table.
    Laughing, she retrieved the napkin he’d handed her earlier and dabbed her mouth.
    “You missed a bit.” He leaned across the table and wiped a finger against the corner of her mouth. He licked his finger. “Amazing.” His gaze smoldered.
    She busied herself with pouring juice into a plastic cup. “Would you like some?”
    “Sure.”
    As they both sipped juice, her imagination kicked in. She imagined slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pushing up the T-shirt beneath. Then she’d trace every muscular dip down to his pants. Would he be commando, or was he a briefs guy? The yoga outfit suddenly felt uncomfortably hot.
    “How do you like being a veterinarian?”
    She shook off the fantasy. “It’s got its ups and downs. My boss is a bit of an ass. I plan to change clinics as soon as my contract is up in two months. But I like my clients and the pets always make it worthwhile.”
    His gaze changed to angry, almost to the point of deadly. “Why is your boss an ass?”
    “Likes to yell all the time. Yells at the staff, yells at the doctors. He’s charming to clients. It’s disgusting how much his clients love him. He’s very successful, though.”
    “Why did you elect to work for him if he’s like that?”
    She snagged a bagel and spread cream cheese on it. “Oh, he’s all charm in the interview. He conned me into thinking I’d found the perfect workplace. Once I signed the contract everything changed, but by then I was locked in. How about you? You seem to be very good at what you do, but why don’t you like it?”
    Matt’s eyebrows shot upward. “You’re the first to accuse me of that. How did you guess?”
    “You got a certain look when I asked before that clued me in. Why aren’t you in love with your job? It looks like you’ve benefitted well from it.”
    Matt shifted on the footrest and glanced away from her. “It wasn’t my first choice of careers. I stepped in when my father had a heart attack and died. There was no one else. My mother would’ve gladly destroyed the company piece by piece out of repressed rage for my father. He… Let’s just say this place reminds me of him every single day, which isn’t a good thing.”
    She reached across the coffee table and gripped his hand briefly. “I’m sorry. You could step down or sell.”
    Matt shook his head. Sadness passed through his gaze momentarily. “There’s no one else that could hold this place together. No one else that gets my vision.”
    She raised her glass of juice. “A toast. To doing what we must to survive.”
    He slowly grinned. “To future endeavors.”
    Her face burned, knowing without a doubt that meant her. Her mind wandered to her personal dilemma of world changing. He still wanted to talk . Really talk. That meant explanations. Crap. She didn’t think she could handle that yet. Also, being in continued close proximity to him would definitely end in more humiliation since her willpower in his presence registered about zero. She couldn’t handle another rejection. Then again, maybe he’d heat things up so she’d get that first-time shower sex. No, no, and say it again…no!
    But she had wanted to talk magical abilities with him. He might actually understand her mind-reading ability or world-hopping dilemma. Then again, maybe he wouldn’t. And just maybe he’d consider her nuts, which would lead to more humiliation. Did she trust him enough to brave that discussion? No.
    What she needed was research. On him. And on her world-jumping problem. Once she had some facts, then she’d feel more confident braving that conversation on magical issues.
    “Thank you for all this food. If