Her delicate brow furrowed. “And how would you know that?”
It wouldn’t be smart to admit that I knew more than just her wardrobe changes. That I’d checked my surveillance cameras almost compulsively as she wandered the property. That I watched when she’d stopped by the orange tree and closed her eyes when the breeze whipped up her hair.
Yeah, not smart at all.
“I saw you from the window when you took your morning walk,” I said, which was half true.
I left out the part where I could barely breathe seeing her full breasts push against the thin material of the dress. Good God, she couldn’t wear that around my men. I’d have to shoot them all.
She tilted her head, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“Ah, yeah,” she said casually. “I should probably wear shorts on my walks, but dresses are more my thing.”
Her smile was easy and effortless, but I noticed the small crease between her eyebrows, the way she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, as if waiting for something. And suddenly, the spreadsheets in front of me seemed even more irrelevant.
“You want to come in or just hang by the door?” I asked, painfully aware of my rock-hard cock.
Jesus H. Christ.
I was too old to react to a woman like this, especially one who had only barely turned thirty.
“Is that… okay?” she replied, a hint of hesitation in her voice.
“I wouldn’t ask you in if it weren’t,” I said, forcing casualness into my tone, though every fiber of my being seemed to be in overdrive now that she was within my sight.
I knew my admission yesterday might have been premature, but I had a tendency not to waste time beating around the bush that had only heightened with age.
“Okay, then.” She let out a small, relieved laugh and shut the door behind her, then sauntered over, each step radiating confidence.
But instead of sitting across from me like I expected, she circled the desk. She leaned against it, facing me and obscuring the laptop from view.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” she said, eyes glinting with amusement. “Very sexy.”
I shook my head, rolling my lips to trap my grin.
“Forgot about these damn things,” I muttered, tugging them off and tossing them onto the desk. They clattered against the wood, sounding far too loud.
She tilted her head, studying me as if she were cataloging a new curiosity.
“I kinda like them on you,” she murmured. “Makes you look intellectual in a dangerous way.”
I raised an eyebrow, caught somewhere between irritation and intrigue. “Really? Or are you just saying that because you want something?”
Her grin widened. “Maybe a little of both.”
“Okay, tell me what you want.” If it was in my power, I’d give it to her, although she didn’t need to know how eager I was to please her.
She chewed on her lip nervously.
“I want… company. I’m bored out of my mind,” she admitted, her shoulders slumping. I shot her a surprised look and she continued. “It’s silly, but after years of working crazy hours at the hospital, I feel out of sorts without a purpose.”
“Do you want me to find a pregnant woman so you can… deliver a baby?”
Unaware I was dead serious, she threw her head back and laughed.
“That’s tempting, but not necessary,” she said, her voice dropping just a notch. Her eyes sparkled as she tilted her head, one corner of her lips curling in a sultry, teasing way. She wedged herself between my legs, spreading them wide. “I was just looking for… a distraction.”
I blinked, caught off guard by the heat in her tone, unsure whether she had guessed the very thought racing through my mind or whether she was deliberately toying with me.
