But either way, I’m ogling the woman holding a child.
Turning, I start for the door. “I’m sorry I interrupted your evening.” And then I’m out her door, closing it behind me.
Fuck. That was bad.
But as I start down the hall, I realize it’s even worse than I thought. Because leaning against my door is my brother, Gris.
“What have you been doing, little brother?”
I show my teeth. When we were younger, we’d work off a fair bit of energy just fighting. I could use a few rounds in the ring tonight. “None of your business.”
“Au contraire,” he pushes off the door jam. “Late-night visits to your gorgeous assistant? This feels like my business.”
“It’s not even nine,” I bite back, the time hardly the issue. “And we were going over the city’s proposal, which has been artificially inflated by more than twenty percent.”
“Shit,” Gris looks serious. “And good catch.”
“We both know who did it and why. That fucker, Vigo, requires constant vigilance.”
“We could just have Killian take care of it,” Gris shrugs.
But that’s when Gigi’s door opens again.
I turn to look at her, every muscle in my body clenching. She steps out, Emma on her hip, my laptop in her hand. “You forgot this,” she softly murmurs.
Her feet are bare, her ponytail disheveled in the exact right way. Jesus. Even now, I want to kiss her. Her mouth is…decadent. Full, plush lips that felt like silk under mine.
My offer was the least professional thing I’ve done in a long time. I shouldn’t have hired her. I should transfer her to another department.
Because I definitely want to fuck her.
Her body pressed to mine so perfectly, that I can barely keep my cock in check in my trousers as I stare at her.
“Shit,” Gris murmurs behind me.
I ignore him and move back down the hall, taking the laptop from her hand. “Is that your brother?” Emma asks me, looking back and forth between me and Gris.
“That’s right.”
“What about him?” Emma asks, pointing down the hall as Killian emerges from the shadows.
“Yes. Him too.”
Killian has this way of arranging his features in such a way that he looks completely devoid of emotion. Honestly, lots of people think he’s a sociopath because of it.
But when he sees Emma, he breaks out a wide smile, all of his face softening. He’s dressed all in black, his preferred uniform. His trench coat is open, revealing his collared shirt, which is undone to reveal his massively inked chest.
But Emma doesn’t seem concerned at all. In fact, she smiles back and then wiggles out of Gigi’s arms.
She lets Emma go, who, once her feet hit the floor, starts running down the hall toward Killian.
In turn, he drops down into a squat. Emma stops in front of him, still hugging her bear. “What’s on your chest?”
“It’s like paint,” he answers. “But it doesn’t wash off.”
“Pretty.”
And then Killian does something I’ve never seen him do before, he reaches out and ruffles her hair, making Emma giggle.
