“I locked the door.I didn’t drive five hours this morning to not get a kiss.”
“You…?”
“Got up at three o’clock.”
He had wanted to see her.Her heart raced, even as she urged herself toward caution.“I’m not sure what to say.”
“How about thank you for the orgasm?Unless you’d prefer that I don’t get you off in the future?”
She swallowed, realizing how tight his grip was on her right wrist.How was it possible that a single sentence re-established his dominance?
“I’m waiting.”
“Thank you.”
“Still waiting.”
“Thank you for letting me come,” she said quietly.
He finally released her wrist and took a step back.She rubbed the place where his thumb had bitten into her skin while he went to unlock the door.
Struggling to get her breathing under control and make sense of what had just happened, she placed her bag on the conference table.
A moment later, Erin breezed in.
Her confidence was stunning, so very different from what Sofia had witnessed when Erin had fled out the front door of the country club.
Sofia guessed that the Donovan sister was about five foot four, but that was before she slipped into unimaginably tall heels.Sofia knew she’d topple over if she tried to wear something like that.But Erin rocked three-inch heels with sequined butterflies just above the peep-toe front.
Her form-fitting skirt couldn’t draw attention away from the bustier beneath a black blazer.
Her smile welcomed, but Sofia was focused on Erin’s hair.She had the light-blonde length piled on top of her head, secured with a couple of pens.For the reception, she’d had dark-blonde highlights.Today, she had fire-engine red ones.
The ensemble wasn’t entirely corporate, but she managed to look stylish and edgy.
“Nice to see you again,” Erin said, extending a hand.
Sofia accepted, but the greeting was short-lived once Erin noticed her brother.“Cade!What are you doing here?You didn’t say you were coming.Did you?”She hurried toward him and launched herself into his arms for a massive hug.“How long are you staying?”
“I’m not.”
“Well, shit.”
Sofia had the same reaction.Not that his plans should concern her.
“I was here last week,” he said.
“For the reception?”She waved a hand, and half a dozen thin bracelets jangled.“That doesn’t count.You were here five minutes.”
“Twenty-four hours.”
“We didn’t even get to go out.”
“You know where the ranch is,” he said.
“It’s like that thing has tentacles that keep you tethered to it.”
“Roots,” he said.
