This is it, Mikki.
I look up, expecting to meet the eager gaze of a courteous valet, but I’m dead wrong.
“You made it.” Phoenix flashes me a warm smile.
For a few beats, I stare at him, my mouth gaping.
His earlier business attire was flawless and screamed power. This more casual, but equally impeccable, head-to-toe black look is badassness personified. His shirt frames his broad-shoulders, making him appear imposing. His tailored pants accentuate thick thighs. And those shoes… I’m guessing also bespoke. I’m willing to bet money I don’t have, the man has a spectacular ass. My eyes roam back to his gorgeous face and I thank God his shades hide his mesmerizing eyes.
“Cat got your tongue, kitty cat?”
I snap out of my trance. “As if your chauffeur was going to drive me anywhere else than our meeting destination?” There’s an involuntary edge to my voice.
“You’re in fine fighting mood, as usual,” he says.
“What can I say? I’m always ready to rumble.”
“That could be misconstrued as a double entendre,” he says.
I clear my throat. “Don’t get any ideas. This is strictly business.”
“For once we agree.” He extends his hand. “Shall we?”
I’m perfectly capable of getting out of the car by myself, but I’m not immune to his gallantry. I slide my hand into his.
Bad move.
I could’ve ignored the electric current rushing through my veins when he held my wrist captive against his muscular chest earlier, but now that his hand encircles mine, there’s no denying the pulse of desire coursing through me.
What is going on with me?
He pulls me out of the vehicle and we stand toe to toe.
He shifts his attention to the vehicle and taps three times on the hood.
My getaway car rolls off, leaving me behind in the enemy camp.
Dammit.
Now I’m trapped.
Returning his focus on me, he slides his sunglasses to the top of his head.
Those eyes… I can’t even pinpoint that shade of blue.
And that hair.
This man has zero imperfections. So unfair.
Phoenix gives me a onceover.
I return the favor.
I take him all in––inch, by inch, by inch.
My high heels do nothing to put a dent in the difference of height. Phoenix towers over me. Mind you, I’m only five-two, but this guy is well over six feet tall.
Height is sexy on a man.
