“With client security.”
“But you trust me? What about all the other phones in the hotel?”
“Low level signal jammer. The more powerful ones would be illegal, so it’s safe from the neighbors and the hotel's but if you place a phone right next to it, even a flip phone would beat it. Also, you can’t leave until I'm done with you."
Her skin flushed the color of strawberries.
This is going to beharder than I thought.
Work.
Business.
Quit imagining what color the rest of her turns.
"I don't want to keep you from other plans, I know it's a Friday night. Why don't you have a seat and we'll get to work?"
***
She was professional and attentive, and generous with her ideas as we worked. Not to mention sexy as hell as she typed, despite those very unflattering glasses she put on, and the ponytail she thoughtlessly imprisoned her hair with.
I let her interrupt me with questions and was shocked they made me think, and influenced the way my proposal was taking shape.
“Just tell me shut up if my questions bother you.” She hid behind her glasses.
“I would have a long time ago- and without your permission.”
We worked and she began telling me about some project she had to do in school. Truthfully, I was paying more attention to her than her words. I was impressed. Her eyes began to glow with the light of an enthusiasm close to passion as she talked.
That is how she would look in love. A crazy thought, and a violent idea, but I was certain it was the truth.
She finished talking and I sorely wished I had been listening instead of having these violent ideas.
“I’m sorry, I’m boring you talking about a stupid school project. You do things like that every day.”
“If you bored me I wouldn't be here,” I said sharply.
My eyes moved from her warm, softly full little mouth to her wide, bright eyes, roaming over her high cheekbones, her delicate temples, the fall of silky blonde hair framing her face, and then going back to that mouth. It had passion and sweetness and sensitivity, only waiting for the right man to set fire to it.