Last time, she’d been nervous that he’d leave. This time, she was worried about what would happen if he stayed.
His thigh pressed between her legs.
And she was at work.
And they needed to seriously cool things off before someone climbed off the elevator and got more of a peep show than they’d bargained for on their way to work.
“I’ve got to go call the agency and get a receptionist sent over.”
Roman tipped his forehead to hers. “Good luck with that.”
His cell buzzed in his pocket.
He ignored it.
“Shouldn’t you see who that is?”
“Everyone who matters is right here.”
“You’re such a putz.”
But he was a putz who had a way with words.
“I’m being serious, Sadie.” And that smolder in his gaze? He was totally being serious. And his seriousness was totally turning her on.
Neither of them moved. Life felt good with Roman so close to her. Or maybe that was just her overreacting hormones that perked right up when his erection pressed against her.
“I to spend time with your mom and dad,” Roman said, the smolder still in place. “I want to meet your sisters.”
Okay, well, that killed the mood she was feeling.
“My sisters don’t live here.”
He played with the end of her hair. “I want to know all about you, Sadie.”
So he did get it.
“That’ll make things harder when this ends.”
“It’s not going to end.”
“Everything ends.”
“Then we’ll ride the wave as long as we can. Isn’t that the only thing anyone can ever ask?”
Funny, she always thought they asked for forever.
“Is this about the silly thing you didn’t want to talk about?” he asked.
She gulped. He did pay especially close attention.
“It’s not rational,” she said.
“That doesn’t mean it’s not important.”
She explained the whole thing about how her old firm based a career on the first case.
“Mine was a close call. It could’ve gone either way. I thought I’d end the day with no job.”
