He starts to lock his office door, his back turned to me. “You can throw whatever you need in when we stop by.”
Sweet baby Moses, is he serious?I can’t pack on the fly. I need to make a checklist. I still haven’t shaved my legs or...anything else required for a beach trip.
“Well, um, okay . . . I’ll do my best. Could I maybe just . . . meet you at the airport?”
That would give me time to at least halfway prepare myself for the days I’ll be forced to spend with a man who intimidates the hell out of me and might just be playing games with my emotions.
A muscle tics in his jaw as his eyes blaze over me.
“We have to take the helicopter to my airstrip outside of the city. The crew is already headed there.” He places his hands in his pockets, feet spread apart.
“Okay,” is all I can manage.
I reach for my purse and phone, and it buzzes with a text, either from Fred or Mel as we walk.
“I’ll pick you up at your apartment in an hour. Does that give you enough time?”
I nod, relieved he won’t be driving me there now. I don’t want to be back in his car without the possibility of making out with him.
It’s not happening again, Kate! Get over it.
We walk into the elevator together, and the others waiting in line let us have the whole thing to ourselves.
Fifty-six floors alone with him.
Ten floors of silence later, he turns to me, invading my space. I take a step back and then another, the intensity of his eyes forcing me to retreat. My back presses up against the cool mirrored wall.
“What was that the other day?” he asks, his voice low.
“Wh-what?” I have no clue what he’s talking about. My insides are tingling with his nearness.
Has he always smelled this good?
The woodsy scent I remember from that first night makes my head spin.
“With the . . . stripping,” he grits out.
My cheeks turn pink at the mention of my uncharacteristically bold move. If only I could turn back time.
I hesitate. “I just...I thought you might be nervous to make the first move. I promise I’ve never done that before.”
He’s staring at my lips, and I’m internally begging him to press his lips to mine.
Just one little kiss,please.
“The first move?” he asks as his hand comes up to press on the wall behind me. The sleeves of his pinstriped shirt are cuffed up to the elbows, the veins in his forearms sticking out near my face.
“I mean . . . since I’m, like . . . working for you now.”
His breath is rising and falling steadily, his chest level with my eyes.
“You didn’t mind making the first move before working for me.”
So he does remember!
My gaze jumps back up to his face as my mouth drops open. He shifts closer to me, his other hand reaching out to brush the hair back behind my shoulder. His fingers graze over the tender skin at my neck, sending shivers through me. He’s watching my pulse as it skyrockets.
“I was drunk that night,” I whisper.
