His dark hair fell forward, and I reached up and pushed it back from his face so I could see his eyes.
This was different from our first time. Or the next dozen times, which had all been fast and desperate and more than a little wild.
This was something else entirely. This was Zane taking his time with me, and it was devastating in a completely different way.
I was just starting to lose myself in it when my phone buzzed on the nightstand.
I ignored it.
It buzzed again.
Zane’s rhythm slowed, and his jaw tightened slightly. “Do you need to get that?”
“No.”
It buzzed a third time, and I groaned in frustration and reached sideways for the phone without dislodging him from inside me.
He stayed exactly where he was, watching my face as I squinted at the screen.
It was a Chicago area code. I didn’t recognize the number, but somehow I knew instantly that it was important.
I’d applied to half a dozen companies before packing up my Chicago apartment and driving south. And ever since Zane had stuck his dick inside me, I’d mostly forgotten about all those applications.
I answered the call.
“Ms. Carpenter? This is Dana Reeves from Meridian Brand Group. I’m calling about your application for our Senior Marketing Director position.”
Zane went completely still inside me, his eyes locked on mine with an expression I couldn’t fully read.
I cleared my throat and put on my professional voice. “Yes, hi. Thank you for calling.”
The woman on the other end was warm and efficient and spoke for about three minutes straight, outlining a position that six weeks ago would have made me cry with relief. Senior director title. A team of eight. A salary that was frankly insulting in how good it was.
And a corner office in the prestigious River Point building.
It was the kind of position that would give me the kind of life I’d had with Wade, but without the crappy ex-husband involved.
Six weeks ago I would have said yes before she finished the sentence.
But now Zane was inside me, thick and present, his chest just inches from mine, watching my face like he was trying to read every flicker of emotion crossing it.
Excitement crashed through me, immediately replaced by confusion. Both emotions tangled together in an ugly knot.
Chicago felt like it was a lifetime away.
“That sounds like a wonderful opportunity,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “Would it be possible for me to review the written offer before giving you an answer?”
A brief pause. “Of course. We can hold the offer for forty-eight hours. I’ll send the details to the email on your resume.”
“Thank you so much. I’ll be in touch.”
I set the phone back on the nightstand and looked up at Zane.
His face had changed. The warmth that had been there a minute ago had disappeared, like a shutter coming down over a window.
He looked remote and guarded.
How many times had I seen that expression on his face in my life? More than I wanted to count.
