“Was that so hard?” he asked with a grin.
I tilted my head to the side. “Be careful, Mr. DeLuca. I can still fire you.”
“But you won’t.” He smirked.
I bit my lip, holding back the comment that sat on the edge of my tongue. I stood quickly, smoothing my skirt. “Call me when you figure out who’s sending the messages, and I’ll handle it from there.”
He hopped to his feet and came around the desk before I made it to the door. “Once I have the name, I’ll be in contact andwe’lldecide together the best course of action.”
I stared up at him, my nostrils flaring. God, he smelled so good. I wanted to rub against him and find out if his entire body was as hard as it looked.
I had to snap out of it.
This is business, Race.
“Race?” he asked, touching my arm.
I jerked my arm away. “Call me once you have a name and we’ll discuss it then,” I replied, backing up and bumping into the chair with the backs of my knees. I cleared my throat. “Damn,” I mumbled.
“Would you like me to show you out?”
“No,” I answered, wanting to put some distance between us. I needed to. “Thank you. I know the way.” I turned around, warmth creeping up my chest and neck.
He’d turned me into a clumsy idiot.
“I’ll see you soon, Race,” he called as I walked out.
I didn’t turn around as I closed the door. Then collapsed against it as I bowed my head.
“You okay out there?” he yelled from the other side of the door.
I winced, feeling lightheaded. “Just checking my messages!” I yelled. I pushed off the door and practically jogged out of the building.
When I walked outside, I could smell him still.
Damn it.
I’d have to spend the entire day smelling him, and it would be wasted with fantasies of Morgan DeLuca and his powerful body mingling with mine as I surrendered all control to him.
God, I was so fucked that it wasn’t even funny.
I needed to get to the gym and run off some of the pent-up energy. Being near him had me feel something that I didn’t like to feel.
Vulnerable.
Chapter Seven
The Weekend
Morgan
It was early, and the sun still hung low as it streamed through the trees, casting shadows on the grass. Standing outside, I watched a wild turkey walk through the backyard as I sipped on a cup of coffee and thought about my day.
I went through a checklist of shit I needed to get accomplished. The top of my list: Race True.
It had been a week since our last meeting. I wanted to let her know that I had made headway in her case. I’d e-mailed her last night asking her to meet me tonight.
There were a few assumptions I’d made about Race during our two interactions. She didn’t like to be bossed around, but I wondered if there was ever a time she gave up her control.
