I got comfortable in the chair, leaning back against the cushion to study the way his mouth kissed the syllables.
That mouth tipped up at the corners as he looked at me. Another line of foreign words fell from his lips, but he kept his gaze on me.
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. Why did he ever bother to speak English at all?
His index finger pressed quickly at a button on the speaker and he stood.
“You make me nervous when you watch me like that.” He stalked toward me, and the swagger in his steps made my thighs clench together.
“I like to watch you.”
He paused when he was standing just over me. His lips parted but he apparently didn’t know what to say to that.
Did women never flirt with this man? What were they doing with their wasted lives for him to never be properly noticed?
A terribly fantastic thought drifted through my mind.
This desk is the perfect size for sex …
“Let me set you up with a movie.” He clicked around on the computer. Pages popped up. keys clicked quickly beneath his fingertips.
And before I knew it, he was handing me the tiny headphones again. A beat began to play within them as a movie started to run on the screen.
He leaned into my space, his palms against the arms of the chair. The dark color of his eyes was level with mine.
“Please, watch the movie. If you keep looking at me like you want to fuck me, I’m bound to make mistakes. And I never make mistakes, Hope.” The serious tone of his voice tingled right through me, straight down to my sex.
With a daring thought, I leaned into him, his lips only an inch away from mine. I held his taunting gaze. The rough words of the man on the speaker twirled all around us but all I could think about was his breath against my tongue.
I shoved the earbuds in one after another.
“Fine,” I said. I looked past him to the film on the computer.
He still boxed me in for several seconds, letting his strong arms skim against my shoulders.
Stiffly he stepped away from me. Voices from the movie circled my head but I held his gaze as he rocked back. As if he had to force himself, he turned away from me and settled on the couch.
Discreetly, I pulled one of the earbuds out to listen, like a stalker, to his every word.
I did hide my looks at his profile. I tried my best to focus on the story the movie was trying to tell. But nothing was as interesting as the way he spoke. The deep rumbling of his voice kept pulling at my attention.
When I finally did peek back at the screen, a small moving ad caught my attention.
A woman’s breasts bounced heavily as her head tipped back in pleasure.
Well. I guess there were some things a bit more interesting than Zavier’s sexy voice.
I pushed the mouse the way I had seen Zavier do it just moments before. With slow and uncoordinated movements, I shoved the little cursor over the ad of the woman who looked to be having the most fantastic orgasm.
With rapt interest I clicked the image. The video popped up and a much more interesting story started to play out.
Apparently, this lucky woman had left her keys at the gym and a man with the biggest erection I’d ever seen found them for her.
And they said chivalry was dead.
Mesh shorts did nothing to hide his feelings for her that was for sure. Seemed like a flaw in their plot, but what did I know.I’m not a big movie producer. They probably know best.
The scene clipped abruptly, and my eyes widened when the poor woman was now on her knees thanking the man.
