But I don't get to finish that sentence because Carmen is heading our way with Emma in tow, and I have five seconds to get my face under control before—
Hazel eyes—a molten gold under the dim lighting—widen, her cheeks flushing asubtle pink.
She stumbles mid-step, and Carmen catches her elbow.
“Oop. Careful.” The director smiles. “These floors are slippery in heels."
"Sorry," Emma strangles out. "First day jitters. Well, not first day. First reception. First... everything."
She's babbling.
A nervous tick she showed in Miami.
Carmen steers her toward our group. "Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet Emma Sinclair, one of our new strategic development managers. Emma, this is Logan Malcolm and Thane Van Buren from our board, and—"
"Donovan Mitchell," I finish, extending my hand, even as heat crawls under my collar. "CEO. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Sinclair."
For a moment, I think she's going to refuse to shake my hand.
Or maybe run screaming from the building.
Instead, she takes it, a spark shooting from her skin to mine.
"Mr. Titan.” Her hand is surprisingly steady. "The pleasure is mine. I'm thrilled to be joining the Titan team."
“I’ve…heard a lot of great things about you.”
"Thank you, sir. I'm excited to contribute to the company's success."
Sir. She called me sir.
I frown. Because I might not like it.
But my cock sure does.
"Emma comes to us with an excellent background," Carmen adds. "Top of her class at Northwestern, impressive internship experience, and her case study during the interview process was one of the strongest we've seen."
“Of course.” I nod. "Titan has always valued results overcredentials."
Our eyes hold for a beat too long, and I see the question in her hazel ones.
Are we really going to pretend we don't know each other?
I answer with the slightest nod.
We have to.
"Well," Carmen says, clapping her hands. "I'll let you gentlemen chat while I introduce Emma to some of the other team members. Emma?"
"Of course. Thank you."
She follows Carmen toward another cluster of executives, and I watch her go, willing the stubborn hard-on under my slacks to subside.
The moment she's out of earshot, Logan and Thane both turn to me.
"Holy fuck," Logan breathes. "You're so screwed."
“Thank you for the update, Logan."
