Page 87 of Forgive You

“What?” He looks as frustrated as I feel, though I still catch the tiniest smile in the corner of his pursed lips.

“Get dressed and get out.” He arches an eyebrow at my request. “I need a minute, Jason.Alone. Please. My entire company is gonna be at this event, and I need to get myself together.”

Suspicion clouds his eyes as he holds my gaze. He’s seeing right through me; I fucking know that. But what else can I do to prevent him from fucking me sideways for the next couple of hours?

It’s not a lie. They are gonna present Ford’s first campaign for NVS and I’m expected to be there. Can’t show up with messy hair and just fucked flush cheeks.

His features soften, though a piercing finger is aimed my way. “You’re lucky we have an event to get to, because otherwise I’d already have your legs spread on that bed and my tongue having dinner.”

Holy shit.

He opens his suitcase and pulls out a clothing bag, then heads for the bathroom while pinning me down with a horny glare.

“After today? You can’t run from me anymore.”

After today? I’m not sure I still want to.

The anticipation is killing me.

If you can get killed by being really really,reallyfucking horny.

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to put on this white skintight dress that stops mid-thigh, because one more hot glare from Jason, and I swear, people will start seeing my arousal drip down my leg.

I’m on my second glass of champagne and the buzz in my brain tells me a third would either be a great idea or a terrible one. I bring the glass to my lips and let the bubbles tingle on my tongue before I excuse myself to the marketing manager who keeps raging on about how great the campaign turned out and how he knew it was a great idea.

Maybe if some other guy didn’t have ninety-nine percent of my attention, I’d have the sense to put a feather up his ass, but the set of blue eyes that follow my every move have stolen my ability to be witty.

I glance over my shoulder.

Jacob is talking to my boss at the other side of the venue, and I wait for him to leave his focus somewhere else, anywhere else but me, before I slip out of his vision.

I step outside, balancing on my soft pink six-inch heels, then let the salty air fill my lungs when I reach the edge of the patio. Only a few people are scattered around the terrace, most of them occupied with their phones or looking like they needed some fresh air like me.

The night is dark, but the light of the full moon cascades down the modest waves, the sound calming and soothing as I close my eyes.

Warm wind breezes along my cheek, and shivers down my arms, but it doesn’t cool my arousal. I chuckle, biting my giddiness away.

“Something you wanna share with the class, pretty lady?”

I snap my neck toward the voice, putting on a straight face when my gaze collides with a cocky grin. Which is a fuckingchallenge because the permanent mischief on his features is fucking contagious.

“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” I face the ocean again while he grabs his heart beside me.

“Who? Me?” Ford huffs.

“One bedroom, Ford?”

“It’s a luxury suite.”

“With one bed!”

He shakes his head, and I can sense his amusement coming my way in waves.

“You should be thanking me.”

“Thanking you?” I whisper, shooting him a death glare. “You totally set me up. Who the fuck did you blackmail to be in charge of the hotel rooms anyway?”

“Michelle from office management wanted a signed jersey from Olinsky.”

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