I want to so fucking badly. I want to know if I made her wet and if she touched herself thinking about me.
It takes sheer willpower to stop my cock from thickening.
But tonight is about signing a client, not finding some dark corner to whisper dirty things in her ear and ask her if she wants to see me finish next time.
The driver pulls up to the auction house, and the valet opens her door. Paige steps out.
I watch her walk toward the reception area.
Her dark hair hangs loose around her shoulders in soft waves, and that tight-fitting plum dress ties around her neck in a bow, like a present waiting to be unwrapped.
But it’s her hips that nearly kill me.
The dress molds to her skin, showing off her hourglass curves in all their dick-hardening glory. She looks like one of the naughty assistants she reads about.
Nothing about this woman persuades me to be professional or follow my own inane policies.
It’s going to be a long fucking night.
Thirty minutes and several pointless conversations later, I’ve lost Paige in the crowd and have yet to find Roger.
I take the glass of scotch offered by the roaming servers and down half of it to try and ease my rising irritation. I understand Alex is with his mother, and it is necessary for me to be here, but social situations are his specialty. I prefer to argue in court and sign the checks.
Trying to keep my dick at an appropriate thickness isn’t helping my agitation either.
I scan the crowd. It takes me a few minutes to catch sight of Paige standing on the other side of the room, glass in hand, holding the enraptured attention of the client I need to close.
She’s animated, laughing and chatting with Roger, drawing him in. He’s not the only one enamored by her. Several interested glances narrow at the dip of her waist and the snug way the fabric curves around her hips.
I’m not the only man fighting an erection in this room, but I’m the only one ready to bloody the nose of every asshole whose eyes linger too long.
The possessiveness that surges through me is unexpected and fucking frustrating. Why does she have to be so tempting?
I need to focus on work, not my dick. Two days and her contract will be finished, Jessica will be back, and I can return to being the client-focused lawyer I worked my ass off to become.
As though sensing me watching her, Paige looks in my direction.
I pin her in place with my glare and stalk toward her.
“Parker, I see you finally made it.” Roger slaps my back as I step beside him.
“My apologies, Roger. It took me a while to find you.”
Roger grips my hand to shake and nods to Paige. “She’s a keeper—sold me within the first five minutes.”
I school my features to hide my surprise.
“I was just conveying Mr. Carlson’s ideas,” Paige responds, blushing from the compliment.
“Mr. Carlson.” Roger chuckles. “Do all of your employees address you so formally?”
Paige’s eyes blaze, reminding me of how hard my dick turned the first time she said my name.
“No. Only Miss Grier.”
Roger looks between us. It’s impossible to miss the playful smile he’s not even trying to hide. “My wife used to be my secretary.”
I already knew this, but Paige’s brows raise in surprise.
