Page 47 of Valentino

An electrical current run between us…or am I imagining that and it’s just an electrical current coming from him? Something about him doing up my shirt makes my brain misfire.

“Do…do…do you want to go out for dinner tonight?” I ask all breathless.

“Let’s eat in tonight. I’ll order in from whatever restaurant you want.”

“We can’t go out?”

“We have a—” he hesitates, “—a few security issues this week.”

“Is something wrong?”

“Nothing for you to worry about.”

“Oh.” I look around, I need to distract myself from him working on my buttons and my reaction to his hand barely touching mine. “Show me around your office,” I ask.

“Not much to see.” He waves around. “Couch, bar, bathroom.”

“You have your own bathroom?” I frown.

“Of course I have a bathroom in my office, we’re not animals around here.”

My eyes look around the swanky bathroom, it’s all dark green marble with gold fittings. “Have you ever had sex in there?”

“What?” His eyebrows flick up in surprise.

Oh no, did I say that out loud?

“I…mean….”

His eyes dance with mischief. “What would make you wonder that?”

“Oh…I just….”

Shut up. Shut the fuck up. Right now.

“I just…I thought I heard…” I screw up my face as I act nonchalant, “…weren’t you going out with one of your office staff?” I lie. “Like before or something, I’m sure I heard. Anyway.” I roll my lips in disbelief at my ridiculousness.

“No.” Amusement flashes across his face. “Not yet.”

“Oh.” I fake a smile.

So that’s not never then.

“Right.” I widen my eyes. “Well that’s good…. To know.”

“Glad we got that cleared up.” He smirks before putting his hands into his suit pant pockets and leaning his behind onto his desk. His eyes linger on me, and I feel my face turn a bright shade of embarrassing pink.

Awkward.

For the love of God, do not speak again, Anna.

You’re ruining the entire plan.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go, I’m supposed to be sexy, and he’s supposed to be rattled, but so far he’s the one being sexy and I’m the one that’s feeling rattled.

It’s that suit, the damn thing is frying my brain cells. No woman can act sexy under these conditions.

Trying to be alluring to this man is an extreme sport…especially with all the gold medal Olympians out there on reception.