His eyes turn molten.
"And then?"
I'm going to pass out.
"You...you were behind me, and we were..."
I cannot make the words happen.
"Oh, Victoria."
God, his voice.
He pushes his thumb gently between my lips, and I taste him.
"I can see you're having a hard time explaining,sporcacciona," he murmurs.
I have no idea what that means but... Oh, my God, is it hot.
"Maybe we implement a different tactic. Yes?"
His thumb pulls free, and I nearly chase it with my tongue.
"Show me."
I blink.
"What?"
"Show me," he says.
He nods toward the windows.
I stare at him.
"Show me what we did," he says again. "Now."
Oh, Jesus.
I swallow, hard, and step past him.
The windows are the length of his office, floor to ceiling. They stretch from one corner of the building to the other, looking out on the city. It is nearly dark outside now, the lights from the neighboring skyscrapers and the streets below glowing faintly.
I walk over to them, painfully aware of the heat of his gaze following me.
My palms are sweaty.
This is insane.
Utterly insane.
And the craziest thing is, he is not forcing me.
I could say no.
I could turn around and walk out of his office right now, and he would not stop me.
I keep walking until I'm directly in front of the windows.
