Page 86 of Must Have Been Love

“Way too much.”

“I’m sure your staff would disagree,” she says, sounding gleeful.

“I don’t really give a damn what they think,” I tell her. “Send me another picture.”

“Oh, so you like them, huh?” She lets out a little breath and it does delicious things to my dick. “Tell you what, I’ll video call you. That way there’s no evidence on your phone.”

“I could screenshot you,” I say.

“But you wouldn’t. Because you’re a man who only works on consent.” My screen lights up with a message telling me that Skyler would like to change our call from an audio to a video one. I hit accept immediately.

And then her face appears and I’m fucking breathless. She’s so damn beautiful. She’s smiling and she’s happy and it does the stupidest things to me.

“Hi,” she breathes.

“Hi.” I take in her glowing skin, her wet hair. “Are you having a good time?”

“The spa was nice. But I missed you.”

“Next time I’ll join you,” I promise.

“There’s going to be a next time? Interesting.” Her eyes sparkle. “So do it. Show me what you’re wearing.”

I roll my eyes but turn to face the mirror on my wall, flipping the camera to face it.

“You haven’t even taken off your jacket or loosened your tie,” she says, laughing. “You’re the most uptight man I’ve ever met.”

“I just have standards.” I turn the camera back to my face and smirk at her.

“Do they include talking to naked women when you’re supposed to be working?” she asks huskily.

“You’re not naked. You’re wearing a thong.”

“Are you sure about that?” she murmurs.

My eyes are trained on the phone screen as she flips the camera around. It’s pointing toward the ceiling before she slowly turns her camera to her own mirror. She takes a step back and I see her beautiful body in the reflective glass. Every inch of her is perfect. And yes, she’s completely fucking naked.

“I’ll tell them we can’t go to the party,” I say. “We’ll have room service after the first round.”

It’s her turn to smile. “Absolutely not. I’ve already decided what to wear.”

“I liked the post-massage chic style,” I tell her.

“I’m glad. But you haven’t paid nearly enough for blindsiding me about this party. So my plan is to torture you all evening until you’re barely holding onto your sanity by a thread.”

“It’s working so far.” I love the way this woman bounces back.

I love way too much about her. I blink that thought away.

“Good. Now go back to your meeting. I’ll see you when you get back,” she says, making it sound almost ominous.

“Be naked. And wet.”

“No can do, sorry. There’s no bed related shenanigans until after the party.” She turns the camera back to her face.

And I can’t say I’m sorry. Yes, she has a body made for sin, but her face is so damn perfect. I like looking into her eyes.

I likeher.

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