She wanted to come too—God, how badly she wanted to—but she’d never do that here at work.She wouldn’t even go to the bathroom.Work was work, and if it hadn’t been so late on a Friday night, she wouldn’t even be talking to Paul.But she loved the slow burn of sexual heat filling her up.Tonight she’d do the fantasy her way, and it would be so good.
Paul’s breathing returned to near normal.“You’re fucking amazing.”
She laughed.“Yes, I am totally amazing.”
“Okay, that exhausted me.I gotta go to bed.”Paul was an early riser; he’d be at the gym by six, even on a Saturday morning.“You’re the best.”
“Nighty-night,” she said sweetly, ending the call.
Her body was buzzing.She had only a few more things to check before she finished for the night.And God, how badly she needed to get home.Her blood was pumping hard, and she was as wet as she’d told Paul she was in her fantasy for him.
She turned back to the computer screen—it had gone dark while she talked to Paul—and tapped in her security code.
The sudden knock on her open office door made her jump, her heart shooting into her throat.
And Knox Turner stood on her threshold.
2
“What are you doing here so late?”Summer blurted out way too sharply.
Had he heard anything?No, he couldn’t possibly have heard.Besides, she’d been done with the booty call for at least five minutes.Was it five minutes?More?Or less?Her heart raced, thrumming in her ears.
He leaned nonchalantly against the doorjamb.“I was just checking out how much the shipments were for the month,” he said in a lazy drawl, his mouth lifting in a half-smile.“Did the invoices go out?”
“Of course they went out,” she snapped, as if he were maligning her work—or her department.
She wasn’t usually so harsh, but he’d caught her off guard.Especially after that booty call.She hadn’t expected anyone to be here, least of all Knox Turner.He flustered her, and this wasn’t the first time.He was too handsome, dark hair without a streak of gray, even though he had to be at least her age—forty-five, maybe a little younger, maybe a little older.Prime cut.Long, dark lashes framed his warm maple-syrup eyes.And he was tall; she was such a sucker for a tall man.Everett, her ex-husband, was tall, but Knox Turner had a couple of inches on him—maybe six-four.
She’d never seen him without a shirt, but his body had to be ripped.
What bothered her most was that she’d just used him in her fantasy.God, had she actually said his name?Or just thought it?She couldn’t remember now.Please, please don’t let her have said it out loud.Not that he could have heard… right?
Her mind was a whirl as Knox sauntered into her office with lazy yet graceful movements, like a stalking jungle cat.Then he sprawled in a chair opposite her.
“I’m just anxious since it’s our first shipment of the test units.”He didn’t appear anxious—loose-limbed and comfortable in a chair that seemed too small for him.
Just breathe, Summer told herself.She’d been stupid.She should never have indulged Paul—or herself—not here at the office.At the very least, she should have closed the damn door.
She reverted to work mode.“I knew everyone would be interested in those shipments, so I copied them into their own folder.”
Though Knox seemed to think he had the run of the place—and he obviously had his own key card—he wasn’t a West Coast VP.He worked for Silicon Valley Display Products, which everyone called SV Displays, a new partner company that had developed a revolutionary type of touchscreen for which West Coast provided the thin film.This month they’d been shipping out test screens to customers interested in the new product.Finn Rafferty and Ward Restin, the R&D gurus for the two companies, and Knox, too, would soon visit various customer facilities around the country, working out any bugs, which were hopefully few by now.If everything went well, they could begin shipping the final product in a couple of months.
Since his company was technically West Coast’s customer, the actual manufacturing would take place at SV Displays’ facility.A joint venture between the two companies, West Coast coated the film and SV Displays installed it in their display screens.
She pulled up the invoices and turned the screen toward him.“These went out.All the packing slips are intact.But I think you should check up on shipping, not invoicing.”
He chuckled.“Not checking up—West Coast’s procedures are top-notch.I just like to follow the process flow.”
She almost snorted but held it back.She was usually professional, though she could be a bitch when absolutely necessary.Knox Turner’s cocksure attitude always put her on edge.It was as if he knew how attractive she found him, despite never letting her guard down.Maybe he was just the kind of man who could sense a woman’s desire—even without flirting, simpering, or any outward move.
She wondered if he was married.He didn’t wear a ring.Was there an ex-wife out there?
“I’ve never had a venture go more smoothly than with West Coast,” he said.Despite his cockiness, there was a ring of truth to that.
“I’ll let Holt know you said so.”
He laughed softly—a sexy sound in the confines of her suddenly too-small office.She caught the subtle, magnetic scent of his aftershave.
