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“I believe you.”

Dillon’s smile widened, and he leaned in just a bit closer, his voice lowering to a sultry whisper. “Good. When do I get to take you on that dinner date?”

I met his gaze. “Soon. I like the pace we’re at.”

With that, we exchanged one more flirtatious and I reluctantly pulled away and headed into my car.

“Goodnight, Ms. Willis.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Xander.”

He’s definitely getting some soon.

CHAPTER 17

Dillon

Morning sunlight gently streamed into the office, painting everything in a soft, golden hue. Azzaria and I sat in an investors meeting. I wanted to let her get a feel how a meeting room in the corporate world was.

She pushed her chair back and gracefully leaned in, whispering in my ear.“Mr. Xander,” she spoke, her voice laced with an undeniable hunger. What was she doing?

I looked up from the document in front of me, and her presence alone sent a rush of heat through my veins “Ms Willis,” I replied, my voice heavy with longing.

She excused herself from the meeting, and I watched as she walked out. I couldn’t help but notice the extra sway in her hips and the deliberate slowness of her steps. In that moment, I felt an undeniable desire for her.

I couldn’t wait for this meeting to be finished. There was business we desperately needed to attend to.

The next hour felt like the longest hour of my life. “I’d like these reports of my desk by the end of the day.”

The meeting was adjourned and she texted me.

Precious

I’ll be in your office.

I made my way there speedily.

There’s no way I was letting this opportunity slip through my fingers.

As the door clicked shut behind me, all inhibitions fell away. “That was the longest meeting of my life.”

I groaned. “It was. Next time, be more subtle.”

“I was subtle,” she said.

I scoffed. “Walking up to me, your tone dripping with sex in the middle of a meeting? Hardly subtle.”

“Maybe, but let’s use the time wisely.”

“Hmm?”

“Touch me,” she whispered, “right here, on the desk.” She ran her finger tips along the edge of the desk, all while maintaining the most intense eye-contact with me.

I groaned and took up the phone advising Melissa that I didn’t want to be disturbed for the next hour or two as I was in an important meeting.

Azzaria stood up from the seat, crossed her arms, and snatched her tee shirt over her head. Through her thin white bra, I was able to see her bullet nipples.

She has no idea what she is doing to me. How much she’s confused and occupied me from the first time I saw her.

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