“I suspect you like it.” Standing up straight, I held my finger over a button on the camera. “Are you ready? Maddox?”
“I like that much better. And yes.”
“Then action!”
After I pressed the button, Maddox was much like an actor getting into character. His visage took on the seriousness he was known for. The pictures of him I’d seen in the Denver Post and in various financial magazines over the years, not to mention in-house publications and the photo of him displayed in the lobby of Essential Solutions always showed him with an expression that communicated the weight of the job. We were investing billions of dollars on behalf of people who completely trusted us—and that was all thanks to Maddox Steel. I was certain the look on his face, unamused, his eyes full of careful consideration, was a big part of why.
His voice matched those qualities.
And I grew warm all over again, my upper thighs nearly quivering with desire. I wanted to paw that man all over.
Straightening my back, I put on the appearance of the utmost professional. It was difficult in jeans and a pink sweater, but I’d do my damnedest. Maddox’s words were eloquent and reassuring, but I was focused on the feel of his tone.
It caressed me.
“We’re currently in a time of uncertainty. Although reminiscent of the Great Recession, it’s unlike anything most of us have ever experienced—and that uncertainty is reflected in the market today.”
If I could keep my hands from making the cue cards shake, I’d know my performance was as smooth as his on camera.
How the hell could I get Maddox Steel out of my head?
Did I even want to?