“Thanks.” He mouths his gratitude and grabs the glass.
I nod.
I sit on the sofa across from his desk and cross my legs.
I lift my glass in salute.
He mirrors my move.
I take a long sip of wine, enjoying every nuance of the punch of flavor that greets my taste buds.
My eyes glance over to Phoenix’s to confirm if he shares my contentment with the wine, but the lovely Syrah is the last thing on his mind.
His attention is on my legs.
His gaze lifts and locks onto mine.
I arch a brow.
He arches one back.
I uncross and cross my legs, each time making sure the bottom of the dress rides a little higher up my thighs.
Phoenix narrows his gaze.
He’s onto me.
The newfound temptress in me takes over.
I position my leg so he gets a peek of the Promised Land.
He cocks his head to the side to get a better view.
The man with a deep voice and British accent stops talking.
Phoenix bounces his eyes back to the screen. “Thank you very much Gordon for the update.”
I giggle.
I doubt he heard half of what Gordon had to say.
Phoenix’s face contorts in a warning expression.
That only makes me giggle even more.
He focuses his attention on the screen. “Is there anything else that requires my urgent attention?”
“Actually…” a woman says. “Can we talk about increasing the budget for the two Spain renovations?”
“And I have a few things I’d like to go over about the Milan location,” another female voice says.
Phoenix rolls his eyes. “Sure.”
Good God, this conference call will never end.
I tune out the women’s voices, preferring to focus my attention on the exceptional wine.
From over the rim of my glass, I catch Phoenix staring at me.
