She blinked. "What do you mean? Nathan brought me here himself. Said it was—"
"Nathan lied."
Her confusion cleared—all of it clicking into place behind her eyes.
"Come with me." I extended my hand. "Let me show you where you're actually supposed to be."
She took it, the warmth of her palm pressing into mine.
Insignificant. But also everything.
I reached for the door—
Somewhere down the hall, a phone rang. Muffled voices bled through the thin walls.
The reminder of where we were barely cut through the fury coiling at the base of my skull.
And then I was reaching for her instead.
I didn't decide to do it. One second I was pulling the door shut, the next she was pressed against the wall and my mouth was on hers, swallowing the small sound of surprise she made. She tasted like coffee and chocolate, and the rational part of my brain—the part that knew where we were, who could walk by, what this could cost—went quiet.
"Damien—" she gasped against my lips. "We're at work."
"I know." The words came out rough, half-wrecked. I grabbed her hips, dragging her closer. Heat radiated where we touched, burning through fabric. "I know."
I didn't stop.
My mouth trailed down the column of her throat. Teeth grazing the spot where her pulse fluttered wild beneath skin. A moan slipped from her—soft, wrecked—and my cock stirred hard against my thigh.
Stop.
The word surfaced—slow, unwanted, but sharp enough to cut through the haze.
Not here.
I tooka step back.
It took everything I had.
My forehead dropped to hers, both of us breathing hard in the silence. Her fingers were twisted in my lapels, knuckles white, like she'd been holding on for balance.
"That… That was—"
"A terrible idea," I finished, the words raw. "I know."
But I didn't let go of her. Not yet.
Not until she slapped my chest, mischief bright in her eyes. "Mr. Holt, are you trying to take advantage of me?"
"Absolutely," I said, reaching for her—but she slipped from my grip smooth as a cat.
"I'm going to have to report you to HR," she said, already backing toward the door.
Satisfaction curled through me.
"Emma." A warning. Another twitch in my pants. "You're playing with fire."
"No." She closed the distance between us, hips swaying, every step deliberate. "I'm playing with you."
