Page 18 of His Temptation
I worry my lip, caught between not wanting to accept his help after how he treated me tonight and the desire to get it done quickly and get home. I notice his eyes are watching my mouth closely. For a moment, something unreadable flashes across his face.
I can’t shake the feeling that he’s looking at me in a different light. His eyes then roam down to my chest, where I realize I’m still in my bodysuit, the black lace outlining my cleavage. When his eyes meet mine, he realizes he was caught staring.
“Right,” he says in a thick voice. “Let’s get started.”
8
LINCOLN
“Knock, knock, knock,” Roman says loudly as he strolls into my office.
“What the hell is that?” I ask.
He places a large bouquet of flowers on my desk. “When you told us the other night that your assistant will have been with you for two months, we figured we needed to celebrate.”
“We?” I ground out in annoyance.
I hear a woman’s laugh that sounds completely foreign to me. Then I spot Colton and Walker leaning against Kylie’s desk, looking way too comfortable in her presence. She’s holding her own bouquet, and she has a large box of chocolates.
“The guys got a bit distracted by your assistant. Sawyer and Dean send their best, by the way. They are a little tied up at work.”
Another laugh from Kylie has me out of my seat and storming toward her desk. “What’s so funny over here?” I ask harshly. Iknow my tone is cruel but the feelings inside of me are foreign and uncontrollable.
How come they can make her laugh like that? And why do I care?
Colton looks at me with a bright smile. “We’re just telling Kylie here how impressed we are that she’s lasted this long. Apparently, she’s the first woman in the city who can resist your good looks.”
Kylie matches his smile. “It’s not that hard once he opens his mouth.”
Walker and Colton fall over in hysterics.
“Oh, damn, Kylie. You are making my day,” Walker says in between laughs.
They both continue to lean casually against her desk.
My voice cuts through like a blade. “Don’t you guys have somewhere else to be?”
“Not at all,” Roman joins in. “We are just about to go to lunch. Care to join us?”
“I’m busy,” I ground out. “We have a huge presentation this week with a massive tech company about securing us as their primary business travel airline. I don’t need you guys coming in and distracting my assistant.”
They all laugh but seem to take the hint as they head for the door, not without saying their goodbyes to Kylie.
Once they are out of sight, Kylie looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
“What’s that look for?” I ask.
“Just waiting for you to say something rude,” she says with almost a hint of interest.
It’s almost like she isn’t afraid of me anymore.
“Just get back to work,” I demand, then storm back into my office, closing my door.
I turn on the frosted windows so nobody can see inside my office. But with me still having a view of Kylie, I sit back and watch her giggle to herself.
It’s been a couple of weeks since she met me at the bar. Since I saw exactly what had been hiding underneath her blouses. I don’t know what happened, but it’s made my brain short-circuit. Now I can’t stop thinking about her in completely inappropriate positions.
This morning, my dick was rock hard after I caught a glimpse of her cleavage when she bent down to pick up a pen. How cliché is that?
