Jameson stepped back, dragging a hand through his hair again. “We should focus on the expo.”
“Right. The expo.”
We went back to work, but nothing felt the same. Every time our fingers brushed, heat darted up my arm. Every look between us carried the promise of something reckless, something I wasn’t sure I was ready for—but couldn’t stop wanting.
And as the vendors finished setting up, as the first attendees filtered through, all I could think about was tonight. The suite. The quiet. The closed doors.
Jameson caught my eye from across the booth, and the look he gave me wasn’t professional. It was a promise.
This weekend was going to change everything.
I just hoped I wouldn’t lose my job in the process.
4
JAMESON
It was possible to be bone tired and pumped full of energy at the same time.
Adrenaline. That was all I could think. And normally, I’d chalk it up to the excitement of a successful business day. But even with the boost in download numbers and social media shares, my adrenaline rush had very little to do with business and everything to do with the redhead seated across from me at the table in my suite.
Our suite. We were sharing it tonight, along with dinner—salmon for her and steak for me. She’d untucked her shirt, removed her suit jacket, and tugged the elastic band from her hair. All of it combined to make the sexiest damn sight I’d ever seen.
“Thank you,” I said.
She paused mid-chew and stared at me, eyes wide. Finally, she swallowed and spoke.
“For…?”
“Setting this up for me, coming all this way, working your ass off all day… Do I need to continue?”
She smiled. “Well, thankyoufor letting me experience traveling in style.” She gestured to indicate her surroundings. “I’ve never stayed anywhere like this.”
“Lots of firsts this weekend.”
The words came out before I even thought them through. Firsts. There was only one first time that had been on my mind all day, and that was hers.
Sutton was a virgin. It seemed impossible that a woman this beautiful could have avoided dating all this time, but it only made me more drawn to her. I wanted to spoil her. To make her happy. To give her everything she’d ever wanted and more.
“This was a-ma-zing,” she said, drawing out each syllable. She lifted her wineglass to her lips and took a slow sip, closing her eyes to savor the taste. When she finally opened them, she wore a big smile. “I feel truly pampered.”
“There’s more where that came from,” I said. Her eyebrows arched, and I rushed to add, “Tomorrow night, I’ll take you out for a fancy meal.”
She lowered her gaze to her now-empty plate. “I’d call this fancy.”
“You deserve…everything.”
The words carried a lot of weight. In the silence that stretched between us, I knew she felt it too. The attraction was mutual and tough to ignore. She was driving me to distraction.
“I only want one thing right now,” she said. “You.”
My dick stirred. Warmth flooded my body. I set my fork down, suddenly no longer interested in what remained of my steak and potatoes.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “Because we can’t go back.”
“I don’t want to go back. Forward is the only way.”
She pushed her chair back and got to her feet. The energy between us snapped tight, like a live wire. She took one small step in my direction, then paused, uncertain. When she caughther bottom lip between her teeth, something in me just…snapped. Any control I’d been holding onto was gone.
