“If you keep looking at me like you want to strip me down and do dirty things to me, this isn’t going to work.”
My eyes shoot up to Leo’s, lust filling his dark brown orbs. I stand, meeting his gaze again now that we’re on the same level.
“Shouldn’t be a problem. You were mediocre at best.”
Leo’s jaw tics. He moves into my space again, making it harder to think. “I think the multiple orgasms I gave you say otherwise.”
The smooth drawl of his voice sends shivers racing down my spine, settling in my core. “Who says I wasn’t faking it?” I lift a brow, challenging the man in front of me.
Leo reaches out, tracing a finger down my throat. My traitorous body lights up at his touch. “Because right now”—he traces back up the path his finger took—”goosebumps are breaking out on your skin. Your pulse is pounding. You’re remembering exactly what it felt like when I was inside you.”
Heat explodes in my body. God, is it possible to come like this? I threw down the gauntlet, and he picked it up and gave it right back to me.
I steady my voice, belying the tension twisting my body. “You sure about that? Maybe if I was satisfied, I would’ve stuck around.”
Leo’s lips quirk up. “Yes, I’m sure that’s the reason you left. Now, for the sake of professionalism,”—Leo pulls back from me, giving me space—”I will let you get settled into your office.”
I straighten my skirt, putting on my most professional smile. “Thank you, Mr. Scott. I am very much looking forward to working here.”
“You will be a wonderful addition to the team. And Miss Foster?”
“Yes?”
Leo turns a sinful smile my way. God, no one deserves to be that sexy. Especially my boss. “While you’re here, watch out for the drop bears.”
“Drop bears? What are drop bears?”
But Leo ignores me, dismissing me from his office.
Shit, what have I gotten myself into?
Chapter Five
Leo
“And how are you faring so far, Reagan?” I pop into her office Friday afternoon. She’s been working here a week and I’ve been on my best, most professional behaviour.
She looks up from her computer, eyes hidden behind computer glasses. It does nothing to stop the sexy images of throwing her over her desk and fucking her from behind. Sometimes my dick isn’t on the same page as my brain.
“It’s been good so far. I’ve been struggling to set a meeting with the contractor in Queenstown, but other than that, it’s been good.”
“Is it anything I can help with?” I unbutton my jacket, sitting in the chair opposite her small desk.
Reagan shakes her head. “Not at the moment. If he doesn’t cooperate, I’ll let you know.”
I like Reagan. She doesn’t want me throwing my weight around. She wants to problem solve first.
“If you have some free time, I have more meetings with my interns if you’d like to sit in?” I raise a brow, hoping she’ll come with me.
She gives me a sceptical look. “You meet with your interns?”
“Well, the manager and two or three of them. I like to see their proposed projects. If I’m going to be hiring them, I want to know the type of talent I’m bringing in. The Scott name can’t have just anyone working for us.”
“I’m impressed.” Reagan leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her perfect chest. My eyes drift down on their own before darting back up to her face. If she saw my obvious perusal, she doesn’t say anything. “Not many people would take interest in the peons they hire for their company.”
“I was once a peon myself.” I stand, getting ready to leave her office.
Reagan stands too, following behind me. “I find it very hard to believe you were ever a peon.”
