“Deal.”
I swear to God, this is the best day of my life. It’s kind of pathetic. But honestly, I don’t really care.
I get to leave the house. I get to take care of Ransome’s needs again. I get to do yoga.
What else could a girl want?
26
AMARA
Medium Americano.
Splash of cream.
No sugar.
Hot enough to burn my hand.
I could recite it in my sleep. I have made it in my dreams. But this isn’t a dream. My hand really is on fire as I hold the mug waiting for Ransome to walk through the door. And when he finally does, he stops.
His shoulders tense. His jaw clenches. Unclenches again.
And the smallest hint of a smirk crawls across his lips.
“Good morning, Mr. Rozanov.” My voice comes out like velvet. It’s completely inappropriate and unprofessional. And completely on purpose.
“Good morning,krasivyy,” he says, standing right in front of me. Over me.
“That’s a new one.” I smile up at him. “What’s it mean?”
“Why don’t you look it up?” he asks, a full smirk on his lips now.
“I would, but I don’t have a lot of free time.”
“Oh?” He takes the coffee and sets it on his desk before turning back to me.
“My boss is a little bit… demanding.” I turn from side to side so that my chest brushes against his torso.
He takes my chin between his fingers. “He sounds like a slave driver.”
“In all the worst ways…”
His mouth covers mine. And for two hot minutes, he nibbles on my lip while I press against his body, his hands wandering down to my ass and mine raking down his back.
When we pull away, the magnetic connection that breaks is enough to yank the world off its axis.
I smile up at him and wipe my lips with my thumb. “Your schedule is on your desk.”
Ransome winks at me. Hewinks!It’s such a sexual and flirtatious gesture I didn’t even know it was something he was capable of doing.
Then he makes his way to his desk, the rest of his gestures deliciously, provocatively routine. Familiar in every way. Predictable—and yet exhilarating.
He picks up his coffee mug, black and steaming.
He stands in front of his window and looks out over the sprawling city. A city he towers over and yet, he knows every building, every street, every gutter. And he runs it all.
He takes a sip of his coffee. Let it settle. Then he turns back to his desk and takes a seat, overlooking the schedule.
