Page 19 of Tempting Him

“I’m aware of the game, but I’m not a child and would require a lot more than seven minutes.”

He takes a few steps toward my desk. “The game doesn’t have to include sex. It could be kissing, touching, maybe a little tasting.”

“It could also be nothing at all.”

He bites down on his lip as he grins, coming around to the side of my desk. “You know, I was sore for two days after I left your hotel room.”

“Only two? I may have to up my game a little then.”

His lips pull into a smirk as he rests his ass on my desk in front of me. “Right now?”

I shake my head once. “I don’t do repeats.”

“No repeats, huh? Why’s that?”

“I have reasons.”

“Is it the typical, cliché reason like you don’t want to give anyone the opportunity to catch feelings?” When I don’t answer, he continues. “Because I don’t catch feelings. I throw those bitches back. I’m too young to settle down. My friends are all loved up with people, and now they’re boring. Who wants that?”

His smile is saccharine, but his eyes twinkle with mischief.

“What happened to you having a panic attack over me knowing your dad?”

“Like you said, he doesn’t have to know.”

“Seems like you’re awfully interested in me, Mr. Brooks.” I arch a brow in his direction, stretching my leg out while I run my palm down to my knee.

“Interested in sex, sir,” he teases with a wink. “I don’t do the love thing. I can tell you that right now— me and probably about ten people from my past. But, your cock interests me, and I like the idea of attempting to get you under me. Maybe make you sore for a couple days.”

I run a finger over the scruff on my chin. “Hmm.”

“So, what do you say?” he questions.

Pushing up from my black leather chair, I reach over to my coat hanger and grab my suit jacket from the hook. After pushing my arms through the sleeves and fastening the buttons, I step up to Jay who stands from the chair, watching me with a triumphant grin.

“I say, your seven minutes are up. You can go home now, Mr. Brooks.”

He’s shocked silent for a few moments before he laughs. “I see. Okay, Mr. Drakos,” he says, emphasizing the last two words. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“On time.”

“Yes, sir.”

7

When I walk backinto my office Tuesday afternoon, I stop short when I find Jay sitting in the chair opposite mine.

With a glance at my watch, I note he’s early.

“Making up for yesterday, I see.”

“Your secretary let me in, but only after I charmed her with my smile and a free coffee.”

“Sometimes bribery will get you places.”

“I think she likes me,” he says. “Kinda hot.”

“Is she?” I ask, removing my jacket and hanging it up.

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