So, sheismeeting someone.
I move past writhing bodies, couples tangled up, exploring each other freely.
The bartender pours her champagne and as I approach, it’s like she senses my presence. Her body stiffens as I brush her arm, my shirt grazing her naked skin. She swivels in her seat, her eyes meeting mine and widening.
Christ, she’s stunning. My dick stirs in my trousers.
“Hello, Gemma,” I say, my voice low and cool.
She cranes her neck, peeking over her shoulder.
“Max? What are you doing here?”
She’s surprised, but considering the nature of our working relationship, she doesn’t seem ashamed or embarrassed. A flicker of admiration sparks through me, catching me off guard.
Her lack of shame speaks volumes, and it’s not just confidence. It’s unfiltered sexuality she wears like a second skin. And hell, if that doesn’t make her ten times more fascinating.
“Judging by the establishment, I figure it’s safe to assume we’re here for the same reason.”
She frowns. “You’re meeting Tim?”
I let out a low chuckle, my fingers grazing my chin.
Tim, is it? I catalog that name for later.
“No, sweetheart. I’m not here to seeTim.”
Gemma’s eyes spark in challenge and she bats her lashes. “Then what, pray tell, are you here for?”
I focus on those plump, cherry lips, and lean in a little closer, catching the scent of jasmine that clings to her skin. My gaze drops, taking in the outline of her taut nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. Jesus Christ, I’m beyond hope of maintaining professional boundaries.
“I’m here because I’m a little… distracted.” My lips graze her ear, and she draws in a breath. “And I don’t like distractions, Gemma.”
My hand finds the exposed skin between her shoulder blades, and she shivers.
Sod it.
I’m going for broke.
“You see, there’s a woman at work. And I can’t seem to get her and her tight little skirts off my mind.”
“Oh?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Mm-hmm.”
“And what are you planning to do about it?”
“I intend to find someone to accompany me into one of those rooms.” I nod toward the hallway, a smile playing at the edge of my lips.
Her gaze follows mine before it drifts to a man on his knees before a striking brunette, his tongue and fingers working her center as she moans softly. Gemma swallows, then turns her attention back to me.
“What do you think about that?” I murmur.
Air leaves her nostrils in a sharp huff. She’s trying to restrain herself, and I’m glad to see I have the same effect on her that she has on me.
“I don’t think much, actually. It’s not like I have any interest in sleeping with you.”
“No?” I ask, tilting my head.
