I’m about to lift my leg and look for more friction, but… someone knocks on my office door.
“Sweetheart?” My. Father.
Damn.I shove Cohen away like he’s on fire.
I can’t believe it.
I can’t believe it.
No.
That did not just happen.
I did not just kiss a client.
Sure… I’ve done hotter things with him…
Well, but he wasn’t my client then.
Breathe, Sloane. Breathe.
“See?” he whispers, completely unshaken. “Highly compatible.”
Damn it.I glare at him. Then I look at the door. Then my gaze returns to him.
I need to find my composure and make Cohen disappear… I can’t open the door to my father and have him find his athlete here with his huge, swollen gear in plain sight.
“You’re adorable when you absentmindedly bite your lip like that.”
“COHEN!” I hiss under my breath.
I hate this guy.
My father knocks again, and I hear him call my name.
“Dad?” I answer, my voice slightly shrill.
“Yeah, it’s me, sweetheart.”
Panic takes hold of me the moment I see the doorknob turn.
I quickly adjust my blouse, give Cohen a fiery look hoping he understands he needs to stay quiet and still, then I rush toward the door.
First, I push it to keep it from opening wide, then I open it just enough and step out.
13
Zero Compatibility (and a Devastating Kiss)
Cohen
Fifteen.
Fucking. Minutes.
That’s how long it takes Sloane to come back in after her dad almost walked in on the disaster that was about to happen in her office.
I stay seated in the chair, hands clasped behind my head, trying to convince my body it’s time to calm down.
