“Hey, babe.”
“Gianna.” He chuckled. “Fuck me.”
“I’ve tried. You won’t.” I wink at him as I strut by on my way to my desk. My skin sizzles from the heat of his gaze. “Francine talked to Juni, and she’s going to call me in a bit to see when we want to sit down with her. I thought we could do the segment in here, so it feels a little less staged and more fun.”
He runs a hand down his face as if trying to regain his composure.
“Mario asked if I’d record an ad for your show,” I say, clicking around on my computer mostly so I don’t stare at him. My outfit worked. I have his attention. But to play this correctly, he can’t have mine. “It’s for an energy drink, I think. I said it was fine with me, but he needed to run that through you and Francine first.”
Drake moves swiftly to the door. It closes with apop, and the lock snaps shut.
And I nearly combust.
The room shrinks an inch a second. The temperature rises a degree with every step Drake takes toward me, like a predator hunting prey. He’s a picture of perfection in dark denim, a black long-sleeved shirt, and bright white sneakers. If he added a backward black cap, I’d be dead.
He stands in front of me so close that a piece of paper wouldn’t slide between us. His cologne taunts me with its understated yet sensual notes. My libido has been out of control for days no matter what toy or touch I use to try to quell it, so I might not be strong enough to be this close to him.
I may have flown too close to the sun on this one.
“What are you doing?” he asks, amusement lacing his voice.
“I’m working. What are you doing?”
He smirks. “Don’t play coy with me.”
I got him right where I want him. “Are you bothered by something?”
His lips twist. He’s entertained but also irritated.
“It’s Monday,” I say, as if I’m oblivious to the heat in his eyes. “And?—”
“And you’re dressed likethat.” His gaze blazes a trail down my neck, between my breasts, down my torso. It stops between my thighs, lingering long enough to make me pant. “Are you trying to get my attention?” He splits what little room there is between us. “Congratulations. You have it.You always haveit.All you’re doing today is making me want to break every workplace code of conduct and fuck you right on your desk.”
Yes. Yes, fucking please.“I won’t tell.”
His head dips ever so slightly toward mine. “You’re trouble.”
I hum, my blood scorching through my veins.
“Do you need confirmation that I want you?”
“Wouldn’t hurt.”
“Every fantasy I have has you in it,” he says, lowering his head even farther. “But this …” His hands grip my waist, his fingertips cinching into my skin. I yelp out of surprise, then moan as my knees turn to Jell-O. “This is beyond my wildest dreams. To have you in my hands …” His face drops lower. “To have you this close where I could taste you …”
“I’m not wearing any panties,” I whisper, my voice filled with need. “You could taste me in lots of places right now.”
Adrenaline shoves through my veins, and blood rushes over my eardrums.
His fingers dig into my hips. The peppermint on his breath is a delicious contrast to the heat of his body. My heart pounds, anticipation heightening, and I find myself leaning toward him.
Wanting him. Needing him.
Desperately needing him to touch me.
“Just one … more … thing,” he says, the words dusting across my lips.
I moan, clenching my core as if that alone will keep me from falling apart.
