She swallowed. “What about it?”
"Too loud here. Can’t hear a word you’re saying."
I grabbed her hand and pulled her into one of the empty bedrooms I’d just checked.
Once we were shut inside, I took my time looking at her.
From the bottom of her high heels to the top of her head. She was covered in glitter, and her hair was fixed in two buns on her head. I didn’t know what to call that fucking hairstyle, but it was sexy—just like the rest of her—and it made my dick twitch. “Nice outfit.”
Her cheeks flushed pink. Her arms folded protectively around her waist, like she wasn’t quite comfortable in the dress.
Her friends must have talked her into wearing it. Figures.
"Did you really want to talk about the project?"
"Sure." Of course the fuck not. But I’d been right about this being an opportunity, and it was about to pay off.
I pulled out my phone and snapped a photo of her.
Her eyes widened. "Hey! What are you doing? You’re not supposed to take pictures in here. That’s the rule!”
"Fuck the rules.”
She dropped the tiny purse that was slung over her shoulder onto the ground and lunged for my phone.
I dodged her easily, holding it over my head, far out of her reach.
A frustrated sound escaped her throat. "Romolo, delete it!"
"Like hell." I’d decided when I saw her just now that I was done playing nice. Why waste time trying to coax the information out of her when she made blackmail so damn easy? The quicker I got what I wanted, the quicker I could be done with her. I didn’t feel like myself in her vicinity, and I didn’t fucking like it.
She tried again, hopping on her heels, her fingers wrapping around nothing but air.
I backed away from her grasping hands until my calves hit something hard.
A sofa.
I dropped onto it, still holding the phone high above my head, pressing it against the wall behind me. Mia—so desperate to get it—didn’t think twice before crawling onto my lap.
Her soft, bare thighs straddled me. They were warm against my legs, and my pulse fucking jumped.
"Romolo," she huffed, stretching for the phone, her body flush with mine. "Just give it to me."
“No.” My jaw clenched as her breasts pressed against my cheek. I had to bite back a groan.
"Romolo, please," she begged.
Did she realize what she was doing?
Or was she doing it on purpose to distract me?
I had to admit—it was working. She was everywhere. That soft, floral lily of the valley scent clung to her skin, filling my lungs with every inhale. I clenched the back of her barely there dress with my fist and thought hard about whether I wanted to pull her away from me or tug her even closer.
Her hand slid up my arm, the other one pushing against my shoulder as she braced herself. Then, using the leverage of her knees against my thighs, she stretched just enough to snatch the phone from my hand.
She sank back onto my lap, victorious and so fucking absorbed with the phone she didn’t seem to realize I was as hard as a damn rock.
The phone was locked.
