“What happened to five-thirty?”
“Okay, five-thirty.”
I groaned. “I see what you just did there.”
He grinned and I nearly lost my panties. “I might be early.”
I sighed. “I’ll try and leave at four-thirty.”
“Great. I’ll see you at five.”
“You are impossible.”
“To resist,” he retorted. “I’m glad you’re figuring that out, Dimples.”
He rose to his feet, so I did too, moving out from behind my desk. Reaching out his hand, he smiled as I slid my hand into it. “I’m looking forward to peeling you out of your clothes and exploring every inch of your body. I’m thinkin’ I’m gonna start with your tits and move down to your pussy, but you let me know if you want me to start between your legs and I’ll oblige.”
“Stop,” I hissed.
He chuckled. “You’re wet right now, aren’t you?”
“I think you need to leave.”
He gave my hand a squeeze before releasing it. “I’ll see you soon.”
I nodded and walked him out, watching him climb on his bike and ride off. I headed back to my office and was cornered by Ripley as she closed my office door, sitting in the chair Sundance had just vacated.
“Holy shit, woman, please tell me you signed him.”
I rolled my eyes. “He doesn’t need a fixer. I explained that we couldn’t help him and referred him to Miller and Walker,” I lied.
“Well, I could help him…out of those jeans.”
“Ripley, settle.”
“My vagina is empty, Wyatt. Lonely. It could use a good…whatever Thorne Graves might have to offer.”
It was so weird to hear him called ‘Thorne,’ but sexy all the same. “Out,” I ordered. “Shoo! I have to get ready for my three o’clock.”
She wrinkled her nose as she stood. “You’re no fun.”
I laughed. “Go do some work. I’m going to try and get out of here after my meeting.”
“The great Wyatt Bates is leaving early? I think that’s a first.”
I smiled. “I’m taking your advice.”
“About damn time.”
Ripley left me and I muddled through the rest of my day, unable to stop thinking about what Sundance planned to do to me.
* * *
I managed to sneak out at four-ten, heading to my condo with just enough time to tidy up and shower. I dressed in yoga pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Easy access because I needed this as much as Sundance did, and I called down to the front desk to let them know he’d be arriving and was allowed to come up without calling me.
Which he did. At four forty-nine. I pulled open my door and found myself pushed up against my wall and kissed to the point of not caring about the bags of food Sundance had just dropped on the floor.
“Food or my dick?”
