As he'd predicted, Robert hadn't manage to get to sleep, instead, he'd cleaned his flat, not that there was much to clean. And when half past four came, he'd showered, dressing in jeans and a fitted black tee before heading to the offices on set. He found himself almost nervous about what might happen, terrified that he was reading too much into everything even though she'd not been particularly subtle.
But he wanted her. He'd wanted her for years. And if he had to be her temporary secret, her salvation she didn't think she should need, then he would do that for her. He would hold her and love her, if she would let him, and not breathe a word of it to anyone. It would simultaneously be the hardest and most exhilarating thing of his life, he thought.
When he got to her office and leaned on the doorjamb, he stared at her, sitting behind the desk with her notebook in front of her, and it was like a kick to the gut just how gorgeous she was. "Silvie," he greeted her on a breath, his eyes soaking her in. He stepped into the room then, closing the door and flicking the lock without a second thought.