“Who did this?” I asked, the venom gone from my voice.
A shout dragged my attention away and I heard Amelia’s voice clearly.
“You can’t go in there.”
But the person ignored the request, storming into my office as if he owned the place.
“That’s all, boys. I appreciate your help.”
“Happy to, Mr. Elliot. Let us know if there is anything else you need.” One of the two men had spoken, both giving me a nod before exiting my office.
Christian closed the door behind them, now standing with his hands in the pockets of lightweight trousers, loafers without socks on his feet, a tight cobalt tee shirt accenting every marvelous chest muscle, and a wicked grin that could light up all of Miami.
“You look like you just stepped out of an episode ofMiami Vice,” I told him, my pulse ticking up a thousand beats. I wanted to be furious with him, but my body betrayed me, my pussy already wet, soaking my lacy thong.
He swaggered closer. “Be careful, Wildcat. You’ll date yourself.”
“Who gives a shit.” I found myself taking one step then another. The draw to him was electric, a magnet I couldn’t ignore.
“You were always a rule-breaker, so I thought I’d help you with your efforts.”
“Oh, okay. How’s the big project coming? Broken ground yet?” We were now inches apart.
“I wouldn’t know.” He took a long, lingering look all the way down to my heels, his nostrils flaring.
“Why is that?” My God. How was it possible he was even more handsome than before?
“Because I quit.”
The man could have said anything else and I wouldn’t have been shocked, but as soon as he stated the words, I gasped. “You’re kidding me.”
“I never kid about business or pleasure.” He closed the distance, his chest rising and falling. “I see you’re still wearing my ring.”
“Oh, this. Just a lovely bauble. I might sell it.” I held up my hand, moaning as soon as he grabbed my wrist, bringing my palm to his mouth. As he pressed kisses against my skin, I swayed back and forth. “What are you doing here?”
“You needed another sign. I had connections.”
“You have connections with everyone.”
“Yes, I do. I thought I would put them to good use.” He licked down my middle finger and I shuddered.
“The sign is amazing.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that.”
“What are you doing here?” I couldn’t help myself, brushing the tips of my fingers down his chest. Just as rock hard as before.
He shrugged, lifting his head and yanking me closer, wrapping his arm around me. “I have a proposition for you.”
“You do, huh?”
“Yep. I was thinking we could work together to make Perfect Pairing something special.”
“You’re saying it isn’t?” The intensity of his aftershave was overwhelming and I could easily get drunk off the scent.
He lowered his head until our lips were almost touching. “Anything with you involved is magical, utter perfection.”
“You’re just saying that.”
