Look away. It’s like staring into the sun.
Hypnotized by his piercing gaze, she couldn’t. His eyes turned stormy, drawing her in with tornado-like force. Everything around her faded away, leaving only her nemesis. A tiny moan erupted from her throat.
Keep walking!But her feet wouldn’t budge.
With unwavering attention, he placed the glass to his lower lip, tipping the dark lager into his mouth, his movements so sublime it was like watching a living work of art.The tingling between her legs begged for his caress and she cursed herself for needing him in that way.
He put down the glass, then tossed her a subtle nod which hit her like a bolt of lightning. She imagined his lips molded against hers, his arms enveloping her, his weight on her, his hardness buried deep inside her. She couldn’t stop the feelings rushing toward her, over her, through her. As her breasts rose and fell against the satin bra, her nipples pebbled. Her skin flushed from the wildfire burning through her sexually amped body.
Enough!
Breaking their fiery connection, she walked back to the table in a post-Mitus stupor and sank onto the corner of Kat’s chair, oblivious to the robust chatter amongst teammates. Kat scooted over, giving Brigit more room.
“Excuse me, Brigit.” The woman from Colton’s table knelt next to her. Bangs framed her pretty face, her long jet hair pulled into a tight ponytail. “I’m Taylor Hathaway and I work at Mitus Conglomerate.”
“That didn’t take long.”
“Per Colton’s instruction, let’s schedule your presentation. How’s next Friday? And he insists you stay for dinner.”
“Friday works, but I’m declining dinner.”
“Uh-huh. Let’s discuss clothing. Business attire, obviously, for your interview. Dinner will be formal. Colton prefers sophisticated sexy, not slutty. He’s hosting a party so the staff can get to know you and vice versa. It’s part of his thorough interviewing process. Since it’ll end in the wee hours, you’ll stay the night and be driven home Saturday, following breakfast, which is business casual. I’ll text you my number.”
Brigit caught three little words of Taylor’s clothing rant.Stay. The. Night.Her eyebrows shot up. “Rewind. Did you invite me for a sleepover? You do know Irejectedyour dinner invitation.”
“Colton expects cohesiveness since we all live together.” Taylor smiled. “Standard interview protocol. It’s no big deal.”
No big deal?“I’ll drive myself, stay for the interview and leave immediately following.”
“Vonn Savage from Colton’s security team will pick you up.”
Brigit blew out a frustrated sigh. “Taylor, I will not—”
“Awesome! See you next Friday, Brigit.”
Taylor scampered back to her seat and whispered to Colton, who lowered his head to listen. His hair shadowed his eyes, giving him a dark, edgy look. Brigit’s fingertips tingled, hungry to brush it away. When Taylor finished, he lifted his head and stared at her, his intensity boring into her from across the room.
Seth had thrown her intohispath. And Colton wasn’t backing down. Even his minion had flawlessly executed his orders. The tiniest smile caressed her lips. She had one week to prepare for the most important presentation of her life and she couldn’t wait to get started. He wasn’t the only one determined to win.
6
MYSTERIOUS PAST
The waitress popped overfor the umpteenth time, severing Colton’s fiery connection with Brigit.Damn.
“Need anything else?” She batted her eyelashes and smiled.
“Just the check.” Colton turned back to his team. “Mission accomplished. Let’s go, before Brigit changes her mind.”
“That’s my cue.” As Chad stood he shoved against the table, sending glasses wobbling. “Cybersecurity, bodyguard, and occasional driver. I do it all.”
Taylor grabbed an empty beer bottle before it crashed onto the floor. “And with such humility, I might add.”
“Humility? What’s that?” Chad flashed a wide grin before plowing through the crowd, clearing a path for Taylor as they headed toward the door.
Colton settled up with the googly-eyed waitress, whose outstanding attentiveness and scribbled phone number went ignored. When an attractive woman made herself available, he’d been known to graciously accept. But Brigit’s no-nonsense attitude and chilly demeanor had monopolized his thoughts and actions for the past twenty-four hours, leaving no room for anyone else.
“What do you think?” he asked Dez.
