Not that I’ve seen, anyway.
“Apparently the Hart brothers are uber cautious about security.” She shrugs and grabs a napkin from the pile on the coffee table, using it to wipe her hands. “Word is they don’t want any trade secrets getting out.”
Okay, yes, Triada has top-notch security. And yes, we all have to sign nondisclosure agreements as a condition of employment, but that’s pretty standard in tech. It’s not like they search our bags or scan us as we come and go.
Not yet anyway. After the Fenton Danvers leak, anything is possible.
I give Sofia a pointed stare, ignoring the explosive fight on-screen. “Maybe don’t believeeverythingyou hear about the Harts.”
“No?” She smirks and twists her hair into a knot, securing it with a rubber band from her wrist. “You’ve sure changed your tune since you started working with the devil. What’s going on there, anyway?”
I shrug, willing my face to play it cool, but it’s a waste of energy. My cheeks heat and I know I’m as red as a chile pepper. A guilty-looking chile pepper.
“Oh. My. God!” Sofia shrieks, clambering onto her knees and leaning toward me. “You bagged the boss!”
Cue my utter mortification. “Don’t say it like that. It sounds…dirty.”
Right. Because semantics matter when you’re screwing the CEO.
Or is it “screwed,” since technically it only happened the one time?
“Please tell me it was dirty. Is Mr. Perfect a freak?” Her mouth drops open and her eyes go wide. “Dios mío. Does he have a red room? Did you have, like, super kinky sex with him? Please tell me you did.Giiirrrlll. You are my hero. That man is guapo.”
“Stop! It wasn’t like that,” I say, fighting through my laughter. “It was completely normal sex. No red rooms. No kinky stuff.”
Sofia lets out an earsplitting screech and bounces on her knees, bun flopping around. “I can’t believe you had sex with him. I didn’t think you had it in you.”
Neither did I. If someone had told me a month ago that I’d have sex with Nick Hart, I’d have laughed in their face.
She holds up her hand for a high five, and I half-heartedly slap her palm.
“So what happens now?” she asks. “Do you two like, hook up on your lunch break or—”
“Calm down.” I slump back into the pillows. “We aren’t dating. It’s just sex. And it only happened once.” Though I got two toe-curling, life-altering orgasms. “It probably won’t even happen again.”
But damn if I don’t wish it would.
Chapter Thirty
Nick
“Just one more minute.” Oreo grumbles in response and tugs on my shoelace again. “I know I said that five minutes ago, but this time I mean it.”
I hit send on my email and stand to stretch my back. At the first sign of movement, the little furball scrambles out from under the desk, backside wiggling enthusiastically.
“You’re a tyrant, you know that, right?”
She yips in reply and spins in a circle as I attach the leash to her collar. It turns out leashes aren’t just for outdoors. They’re also good for large offices if you don’t want to spend an afternoon chasing your dog around like a damn fool while she makes her social rounds.
We step into the reception area, and I’m immediately aware of Scarlett’s presence. My skin is hot and tight, and though I try to fight it, my gaze is drawn to her. She’s bent over the coffee machine with her shapely ass on full display, her fitted red skirt riding up to showcase sheer black stockings, each with a seam running up the back of her slender legs and a series of tiny black bows embroidered on the material.
Wrapped up like a goddamn present.
I bite the inside of my cheek to suppress a groan.
Christ. What I wouldn’t give to feel those silk stockings wrapped around me as I take her right there on the coffee bar.
As if sensing my attention, she straightens and turns to look over her shoulder. Our eyes lock, and she flashes me a shy smile. One that does little to quell my desire.
