A warm thrill vibrates down my back, making me shiver. I’m the first to look away.
Adam closes the distance between us and tosses the papers onto Raife’s desk, just a few feet from my face. I narrow my eyes, but it’s too dark to make out the small words.
“Like I said, Felix and I drew out a detailed plan. Put on your big boy pants and read it from top to bottom.Thenwe’ll talk.”
He turns to leave when Raife firmly says, “Let me prove she wants you, then I’ll read the fucking thing.”
My entire body stiffens. Apparently so does Adam’s because his footfalls halt.
Raife lets out an annoyed sigh and adds, “Top to bottom, three times over, cherry on top, whatever. Take it or leave it, but I’m not reading a word without this deal.”
Adam says nothing, though he does turn around. He dips his hands in his pockets and narrows his eyes at Raife before flicking them to me.
“She wasn’t wet for me,” Raife continues, as though I’m not standing right here, bent half-naked over his desk. I swallow as his words reverberate in my head. I really thought I had him fooled. “She was practically dripping whenever you opened your pretty mouth.” He snickers from behind me, and I realize he’s not upset. In typical Raife fashion, his tone is darkly amused, even devious.
A flicker passes through Adam’s eyes so briefly I would have missed it if he wasn’t consuming every fiber of my attention. “Is that so.” It comes out like a statement, his gaze burning a hole straight through my skin. Finally, he turns back to Raife, and a breath pours from my lungs. “Sounds like your problem. Not mine.”
“Problem?” Raife barks out a laugh. His hold around my wrists loosens as he removes one hand to glance at his watch. “I want to see how right I am about this one.” His fingertips dig into my skin, and he presses me hard against the table until my cheek is on the smooth wood. My chest tightens when I realize what he’s asking, and my breaths come out in pants. “If you can get her to finish in the next five minutes before my client pulls up out front, I’ll read every page of your shitty plan. I’ll even discuss it with Felix when I get back. But if you can’t ...” His voice fades, and he inches the papers toward the trash bin with his free hand.
My eyes fall shut. I can’t let Adam Matthews bring me to the edge. Not in front of Raife, not when it’s Raife I need to somehow convince I want more than the others.
I can’t.
When I finally open my eyes, Adam’s polished black shoes are moving closer. Every part of my body buzzes to life at the thought of his warm, strong hands on me, and I know I’m screwed if he takes this deal. My only hope is that he’ll refuse and walk away. He takes another step, then another, and a swarm of butterflies jumps from my stomach to my throat.
“Five minutes,” he murmurs. A simmering heat pulses between my legs at the throaty rasp now coating his low voice. My gaze follows his hands as he pulls them from his pockets, unbuttons his cuff, and pushes his sleeve up. “Deal.”
