Page 41 of Mile High Addiction

She set her glass down.“Zach, I make it a point never to sleep with a client, potential or otherwise.”

“Has the temptation ever arisen?”

“Seventy-five percent of the events I organize are social events—parties, galas, weekend bonding trips.Alcohol-fueled testosterone tends to result in passes being made.”

His hand tightened around his glass, his gaze turning hard as it rested on her.“Has it ever gone beyond making a pass?”he asked silkily.

“Just once.Luckily, my knee-to-crotch reflexes were razor sharp.By the time he sobered up, he’d forgotten the incident.”

He relaxed a little.“So I stymied your chances at a promotion?”

“Sheena, my boss, had a hard-on for getting your business soon after the Indigo Lounge venture kicked off.She’s been dying to expand the company for a while.We submitted a proposal, but it was very thin on the ground due to a lack of info.”

“Most of my companies are listed on the stock market.”

“Yes, but she wanted an extra edge.”

He nodded.“Fair enough.I’d do the same in that situation.”

“Yes, so I visited your New York offices and spoke to one of your press officers about Indigo.She revealed nothing beyond what was already in the public domain.”

He grinned unapologetically.

“But she did tell me about the extra guests you allowed on your planes.I told Keely?—”

“Your sexed-up friend,” he inserted dryly.

Bethany laughed.“Yep.She pushed me into signing up, and I guess the rest is history.”

He shook his head.“Not history.We’re only just beginning, baby.”He rose from his chair, discarding his glass with a casual grace that had her insides clenching with impossible lust.He caught her up and brought her close to his body.She was totally unsurprised to find that his erection hadn’t subsided.One hand gripped her hair, exposing her jaw and neck to his soft kisses, as the other clamped around her waist.“What’s Keely’s last name?”

“Why?”she asked after forcing breath into her lungs.

“Because I owe her big for her role in bringing you into my life.”His tongue rimmed her lips.The action had the immediate and damning effect of liquidizing her insides and wetting her sex.

“Even though you suspected I had an ulterior motive just now?”

He pulled back slightly and gazed down at her.“I don’t apologize for double-checking my place in your life, Bethany.A man in my position has to learn to question any and all angles.Besides, I don’t trust easily.”

“I know.I recall a very thorough frisking in your office.”

One corner of his mouth lifted, but his face remained serious.“Only time will prove both our intentions.I hope you’re okay with that?”

She hesitated.What he said did make sense, although an irrational part of her wanted his trust of her to be immediate and unquestioning.Deep down she knew she trusted him on some level, at least enough for her to have made the decision to abandon the Indigo Lounge trip to come to Paris with him.

But then, she’d trusted Chris implicitly.Until he’d dropped his bombshell in her lap.

Caution was good.Caution was essential.

“Yes.I’m okay with that.”

He exhaled, and a look of relief crossed his face before he slid both hands over her ass and squeezed tight.

When she shuddered in response, he groaned, pulled her closer and lifted her up.

“Put your legs around me, baby.”

She complied, bringing her damp center flush against his rock-hard erection.He started to walk back into the suite.Being this close to his warm, gorgeous body made desire burn hotter.

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