Page 27 of More Than Words

“That fits with her afternoon. I’m still waiting on word from Adrian, but I know she wants to talk to both of you before the weekend.”

My heart started to pound at the mention of her wanting to meet me with Adrian, but I managed to keep my voice even as I said my goodbye and set the handset back on the phone cradle.

Fuck.

We had sat across the room during staff meetings, but I hadn’t spoken with him face to face since he had his face to my…

No.

Bad Isobel, don’t think about the mind-blowing things that man could do with his tongue or how pretty his dick was. He is a dick.

The car ride home from Maine would have been a perfect time to talk to him about what happened because he couldn’t escape, but my mind hadn’t been able to rest the night before, so I fell asleep leaning against the passenger side window before we ever hit the highway. Then I was too tired to bring things up when he’d dropped me off at my building, and he hadn’t pressed the issue, leaving me with a smile and a wave that confused me even more.

I was a jittery mess for the next two hours, losing focus and reading the same line edits repeatedly until I gave up and checked on the formatting for one of my authors latest books.

Chase Rodgers—known in the romance world as Chastity Rose—was killing it in the spicy romantic comedy sub-genre, and I was excited about her upcoming new series. She’d written a few chapters and a rough outline, but I knew once this book was published, she’d put her nose down and crank out the rough draft of the next manuscript pretty quickly.

At a quarter till 2:00, I made my way to the elevators, glad that everyone seemed to be busy and not using them now. Small talk when you were trapped in an enclosed space was beyond awkward, and since we were going to the same place, I especially didn’t want to end up trapped in one with Adrian, even if it was only to ride up one floor.

Luck clearly wasn’t on my side. As the elevator doors slid open and the one to the stairwell swung open at the same time I walked into the foyer on the executive floor. Adrian was adjusting his cufflinks, but stopped when he saw me standing a few feet away, gawking at him.

“Isobel.” He nodded, gesturing to the glass doors in front of us with his head. My entire body tingled with awareness as he stepped behind me and reached forward to open the door. “After you,” he whispered, that arrogant teasing tone amplified by his rough voice.

“Thank you,” I squeaked, clearing my throat before stopping at the reception desk. “Chloe knows we’re coming for an appointment with Sloane.”

The receptionist waved us through with a smile, and I tried to shake my nerves by taking a few deep breaths, but when Adrian’s palm settled in the middle of my back, I nearly stumbled in my high heels.

“Calm down. It’s nothing bad.”

Pausing mid-stride, I looked back at him hesitantly. “You know why she wants to see us?”

“I might.”

His palm was burning an imprint on my back through my thin blouse, while a smirk formed on his lips. Lips I hadn’t tasted yet. Not that I wanted to. “And you’re not going to tell me?” I asked, my voice breathy as I licked my suddenly dry lips.

“You didn’t ask.”

Growling under my breath, I fought the urge to punch him in the nuts as he continued to smile at me. “I literally just asked.”

“But not nicely.” He teased with a shrug, failing to remove his hand from my back. “Say please, Isobel.”

“I’m not saying please.”

He stepped forward, his chest brushing against my shoulder. “But it sounded so hot coming from your lips the last time. Although the actual coming part was even hotter.”

My cheeks flamed as I cleared my throat and stepped away. “You told me you’d keep your mouth shut.”

He turned, looked behind him, and stepped even closer as he peered over my shoulder down the other end of the hallway. “Don’t worry, the secret of how you sound when you…”

My eyes widened as I slapped my palm over his mouth, just as he’d done to me. “Not another word. You promised.”

He clasped my hand, prying it loose as he leaned toward my ear, his smooth cheek brushing my jaw. “I promised no such thing. I said I’d keep it a secret, not that I wouldn’t talk to you about it. Since you told me it’s never happening again, I’ll just have to reminisce at the memories of you on your knees in front of me. And the taste of your delicious puss—”

“You arrogant fucking assho—” I interrupted him with a hiss, and his hand covered my mouth again as he stepped closer.

“Save the tongue lashing for later. We’ll be late if we don’t keep moving.” Adrian removed his hand, using the one on my back to urge me toward Sloane’s office at the end of the hall. When I took a hesitant step forward, he leaned in close, his chest pressing against my back. “Good girl.”

Fuck.

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