Every Breath You Take (Oasis Book 1) Read Online Free

somewhere more comfortable. To take off my shoes, take a bath, open a bottle of wine–no champagne–and relax. I didn’t care if my mind stayed on work, but I definitely wanted off my feet.
    I sighed when I sank into the cushioned chair. Finn sat across from me, his lips curving in that knowing way of his.
    “You must be exhausted. Can I get you something to drink?”
    “No. I’m ready to settle in for the night, so I’d like to make sure business is out of the way.”
    A muscle worked in his jaw, but he only nodded. “Of course. You know the details of the position–an on-site manager of sorts. All the kinks have to be worked out by the time we have our grand opening. Everything.”
    “Do I get my own office?” I asked.
    He relaxed in his chair, swiveling to cross his ankle over the opposite knee. “Of course. Yours is to the right of Leslie’s desk, just down the hall. It’s got a nice view and–”
    “It’s up here? That close to yours?”
    He grinned. “We like to keep things cozy around here.”
    “Funny. I’m assuming it’s more out of practicality. But what about the rest of the team?”
    “Just the crew in the office downstairs,” he said. “And most of them were only here until we launched the soft opening. I’ll be here until the project is complete to oversee things until it’s final.”
    Of course. Because his company not only financed projects like this, but Finn liked to get his hands dirty. He liked to be in the thick of things. After all, it reflected on him and his family and his company.
    “Leslie is my assistant,” he continued, “and–”
    “Leslie,” I said.
    He nodded. “Yes, I call her by her first name. And she’s not the only one. So if you don’t want to stand out, you could relax your professionalism rule just slightly. Charlotte.”
    “Mr. Moore,” I answered, “you’re welcome to call me Charlotte. But I’ll stick with the more professional side of things for now.”
    I already had to work in the same building as the man. Keeping him at as much of a distance as possible was necessary. At least until I could stand to be around him without feeling the crack in my heart. It had almost mended. Almost. Keeping my distance, moving on…I thought it had been enough.
    But the next several months were going to be a test. I had to prove to myself I could be my own person.
    Finn leaned in, eyes the shade of cobalt, and trapped my gaze in his. “I’m glad you said yes.”
    Yanking my eyes away, I checked my watch. “I am, too.”
    It was the escape I was looking for. And now I needed an escape from this room before things got too friendly.
    Before I could stand, Finn’s hand came out, capturing mine on top of the table. I tensed, my chest tightening. Not because he’d overstepped the boundaries, but because it had come out of nowhere. No warning, and I was trapped.
    “You need to let go of me now,” I said, voice low and firm.
    Finn withdrew his hand, but his gaze still seared mine. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
    I gritted my teeth. “Too late.”
    His face clouded over. I’d taken the stab at him more because I was afraid, not because I wanted to hurt him. But I saw that it had–and part of me wondered why. He’d made the choice to end our relationship. He’d made his choice to move on so quickly, so fully. To go out that same evening and make out with some random girl from the bar. He’d made lots of other choices, too, and didn’t seem to care that he’d hurt me. So why did it matter now?
    I got to my feet, even though they protested. I was tired now. I needed the evening to regroup. Finn seemed to recognize that immediately, and he stood as well, abandoning what he was about to say.
    “Your apartment has been prepared,” he said. “Fully furnished, as we discussed, and–”
    “Hold on. You already have a place for me?”
    He looked confused. “Of course. Where were you planning on staying tonight?”
    “A hotel.”
    His breath released in a