She’d be damn well ruined if I ever laid my hands on her.
“I can’t wait to see it,” I reply as smoothly as I can, while my pulse beats like a drum in my groin.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to meet you there?”
“Of course not. I’ll pick you up. Seven thirty?”
“That means seven-fifteen in Sterling time.” She laughs.
I chuckle as I stroke the pink heart between my fingers, loving that she already knows me. “You’re right.”
“Okay. I’ll see you tonight.”
I can hear the smile in her voice before she rings off. It’s been there every time we’ve spoken—which has been every day, usually two or three times.
But she’s avoiding seeing me in person, which makes me wonder why.
Why would a beautiful, intelligent, thirty-year-old woman want to avoid being in physical proximity with me? Especially when she’s been hired to work with me. Why would she suck in those small little gasps of air when my hand rests on her lower back? Why would her pulse flutter in her neck the way it does when I’ve kissed her hello on her cheek?
My dick throbs in my pants.
I close my fist around the crystal heart.
No. I can’t allow myself to consider that she feels anything other than what is professionally appropriate toward me for a second.
Because if I do… Damn, if I do…
I readjust myself in my pants in the hope of relief.
But there’s none.
I can’t consider it. She’s too young for me. That’s all there is to it.
My hand lingers over my dick, before I cave and give it a firm squeeze.
The sound that seeps from my lips rivals one of a starving animal.
It pulses to life in my hand, pre-cum seeping from the end in desperation, eager to release to thoughts of her.
I could relieve the ache momentarily. But it will only return with a vengeance.
I can’t escape it.
I can’t fool my body into thinking some hastily jerked out orgasms will ever be a substitute for what it really craves.
Dropping my dick like it’s a hot poker, I tighten my grip on the pink crystal heart and slam my other fist down against my desk.
“Goddamn it!”
Hallie thinks I’m a gentleman.
I can’t do anything that will taint that.
Not a damn thing.
“Wow. Lavinia has an incredible talent for style. This place looks amazing.”
My eyes never stray from Hallie’s face as she takes in the room, her gaze moving up the ballrooms giant stone pillars that are swathed in golden light.
