The desire is back in his eyes, and he’s not even trying to hide it.I was clearly wrong.He’s hidden the way he feels very cleverly today.
Have I?Or was it obvious?
I think about our day.The way he glanced my way while talking, opened a door, and only slightly touched my waist as I passed him.The way his hooded eyes met mine as he sipped a coffee.
Christ, have I lied to myself?
Was it there all along?
“If you want to do the same, I’m happy to—”
“You’ve dressed up.Done your hair.”Drew indicates my black Prada dress and the curl I’ve put in my hair.
Did I do them for him?
I snort.“It’s nothing.It took two minutes.”
Twenty.My hair is too short for curls, so I had to wet it and start again so it created a sexy wave.
Now why would I want sexy waves for a dinner with colleagues?
I push back my chair.
“Stop.”
“I wish you’d stop commanding me.”I lift my eyes to him as he rounds the table and sits.
His jaw muscles flex as he smooths a hand down his black shirt.“I don’t think you do.”
Oh, God.
Swallowing, I search for a response, but the waitress arrives, and Drew places both our orders, leaving me wondering what I’ll be eating tonight.
Am I on the menu again?
Is that what I want?
“Where were we?”he asks when she leaves, slowly spinning the stem of his wineglass and watching me.
The movement reminds me how he pinched my nipples and they hardened.My eyes shoot up and lock with his.
“Keep looking at me like that, Gemma, and wewillbe eating in my room.”His voice is husky.
“We aren’t doing that,” I say with little conviction.
He grunts and sips his wine.
I do the same, swallowing too much too quickly and coughing.
God, why am I such a klutz around this man?
I dab my mouth with the napkin, noticing the lack of response in his expression, but his eyes tell a different story.They’re the same eyes that bore down on me as he thrust his cock inside me.
My entire body shudders.
I need to bring the focus back to business.
“So, what did you think of the stores?”I ask.
