He stepped away and ran his hand through his hair, tousling it even more than usual. It was sexy. Too sexy. She looked at his shoes. The most unsexy part of him. Except they were motorcycle boots, not dress shoes. And motorcycle boots were, by definition, sexy.
Fuck me.
“I now owe the swear jar at least five dollars. Can we put a pin in this?”
“Yes, but only if you promise two things.”
She rolled her eyes but smiled as their gazes locked. His eyes twinkled with impish delight.
“Fine. What are they?”
“First, you leave the office no later than six on Friday.”
She could do that. “Agreed. And?”
“And you call me on Saturday. I want to talk to you.”
“About?”
“Anything. Nothing.” His finger grazed her cheek again. “I just want to hear your voice for longer than five minutes.”
“Okay. I will leave the office by six on Friday and call you on Saturday. Now, let’s put these files away.”
“No, I’ll do it. You get going, do what you have to so I can finally have you all to myself.”
He kissed her nose and slid to the side. The tent in his pants was gone. Part of her was relieved. And the other part wanted it back. Now.
Elissa straightened her skirt, retucked her shirt, and smoothed her hand over her hair.
“Is my makeup completely ruined?”
“Maybe a quick trip to the bathroom before you head out.”
Oh God. Her expression must have told him exactly what she was thinking.
“Oh, oh no. I don’t think it’s bad, but I was paying exactly zero attention to your makeup. Other things were on my mind.”
“Okay. I’ll talk to you in a couple days.”
“You better, or I’m telling Jules.”
“Jules is my friend.”
“Yes, and she would be the first to tell you to slow down. Take five minutes for yourself.”
He was right. In fact, Jules had said something to that effect last night.
“No fair.”
“If you won’t listen to me, at least listen to the woman who has known you for twenty years, gorgeous.”
“Fine. If you insist.”
“I do. Now go.”
Elissa cracked the door. No one was in the hall. She glanced back. Ryan was filing, but he looked up and grinned. He angled his head toward the door, and she dashed to the ladies’ room. Her makeup was…fine. Nothing anyone standing further than three feet would notice. She spent two minutes touching up.
Trinity wiggled her fingers as Elissa passed the front desk. “Need anything else?”
