“Catchesyouunaware?” Jackson snorted. “You found me at the bar, not the other way around.”
Cameron shook his head slowly. “I know. That’s not what I meant.”
“I get it,” she said. He raised his eyebrows at her, and she added, “But you prefer flings. You’re not the relationship type.”
“I said that, didn’t I?” he muttered. “I haven’t beenfor a long time.”
“Just keeping the situation clear,” she said quickly. “Got it.”
Cameron turned to face her. He rested his arm on the back of her chair and leaned closer. “Maybe I need to revise that statement.”
Jackson put her hand up. “Not on my account.”
“It’s my statement,” he murmured. “I can do whatever the hell I want with it.”
Jackson hadn’t breathed in way too long.Her breath came out as a little gasp, and she glanced over at Cameron to see if he had heard it. He definitely had.
“Ready?” he said, leaning closer. “If I got together with someone for more than just a night or two, it would be fun and intense and hot as hell in bed. And it wouldn’t be anyone else’s business except for mine and hers. And there definitely wouldn’t be anyone else for eitherof us.” He paused, playing with a strand of her hair. “You let me know if you want more details.”
Jackson’s heart was thumping way too hard. He didn’t have to spell that part out for her. She didn’t need to be told that getting together with Cameron Blackmore would be fun and intense and hot as hell. And after trying to stop obsessing over him for the last few days, she knew better than torule anything out.
“What kind of details?” she whispered.
His eyes widened, and his mouth curved into a slow smile. “The kind we need to lock my door for.”
Jackson’s phone rang, and they both startled. Cameron straightened up, and Jackson reached into her bag and looked at the screen.
“Kyle?” Cameron’s eyebrows shot up, and he frowned. She stood and took a couple steps away.
“Jackson, I forwarded you a couple emails to look at,” her assistant said when she answered.
Shooting a glance behind her, she whispered, “Can I call you back in a bit?”
“Did I interrupt something? Sorry.”
Jackson’s face burned. “No, you didn’t interrupt.”
Her back was turned to Cameron, but she could practically feel the tension radiating from him.
“Nothing urgent,” said Kyle.“It’s late here, so just check your messages and I’ll look at it in the morning.”
“Okay.”
Jackson hung up the phone and touched her heated cheeks. Damn. Kyle had cut them off before she’d done anything stupid. She should be regretting the first steps down the slippery slope of increasingly forbidden territory, but the regret wasn’t coming. Just disappointment. She still wanted him, longafter her rational brain should have kicked in.
Slowly, Jackson turned around. Cameron’s mouth twisted into a scowl. “Who’s Kyle?”
She blinked. Kyle? It took a moment to register his tone. Was it...jealousy? She smiled a little, and Cameron’s expression darkened.
“Kyle’s my assistant,” she said. When the scowl didn’t ease, she added, “He’d be more interested in you than me, Cameron.”
He let out a breath and his shoulders came down an inch or two. A strange look crossed his face, as if his own reaction had taken him by surprise. Then the tension in his gaze turned hot, setting off a new kick of heat through her body.
She turned away.
“Where are you going?” he growled.
“To lock the door.”
