Blaise didn’t care. “Why do you say that?”
“I’ve never been asked so many questions in such a short time frame.” She sighed. “I’m assuming your security team ran a background check on me. If so, let Wes know so he doesn’t waste his time and money having one done.”
Blaise laughed. “Wes can afford it. But he wouldn’t…”
“I run them on clients. Credit checks, too. Based on his questions, that’s what he’s planning to do on me.”
Okay, maybe Wes would. That should annoy Blaise but it didn’t. “Wes acts like everyone’s big brother. Always has.”
“I can see that. Adam is more reserved, but he wouldn’t stop pressing me about my job.” Her mouth twisted. “Pretty sure he thinks I’m a gold-digger because of my vague answers.”
Blaise shook his head. “Adam thinks everyone is a gold-digger. Well, except Cambria.”
“Dash kept asking to see my phone,” Hadley admitted. “You mentioned beta testing a tracking prototype so I wouldn’t give it to him.”
“He might have wanted to install a helpful app or fun game.”
She lifted a brow. “If you say so.”
“I do.” Blaise hoped that was the case because sneaking tracking technology onto someone’s phone would be creepy, no matter the motivation. “Did you find out what you needed?”
She nodded.
That didn’t tell him anything.
“Blaise and Hadley,” Wes called. “Only two minutes left in the game.”
“Shall we?” Blaise asked.
His right arm still around Hadley, he stepped in her direction. She moved forward.
Oomph.
He collided into her, sending her stumbling backward.
Blaise held on to her with both arms. Somehow they both remained upright. She pressed against him. The rapid beat of her heart matched his. “It’s okay.”
Her breathing was faster than normal. “I thought I was going down.”
“I’ve got you.” Her face was so close to his. “I won’t let you fall.”
“Thanks.”
He couldn’t decipher the emotion in her eyes—gratitude, maybe—but her lips parted.
One taste.
That was all he wanted.
She seemed to want it, too.
He lowered his mouth to hers, and she met him halfway.
Warm. Soft. Home. The combination was potent. In that moment, he knew one taste would never be enough.
Blaise didn’t care.
He moved his lips over hers, relishing the feel of them against his. She arched against him, her hands wrapping around him and her fingertips weaving their way through his hair.
