Page 20 of A Powerful Attraction
“I’m going to give you this guy.” She set the sheet filled with two pie charts and numbers in front of him. “He has an aggressive approach and would benefit from working with you, I think.”
He glanced at the sheet. “You’re right. He’d be a perfect candidate for a couple of technology and international stocks that are doing really well right now.” He placed the client in the pile with others he intended to share similar stock tips with.
“Agreed.”
Sherry moved to walk back to her side of the table, but Alex took her by the hand and tugged her closer. He pressed her palm to his lips, and she smiled warmly at him.
“You have plans tonight?” he asked. So much had changed in the past few weeks since dinner at La Tavola. Being with Sherry always lifted his spirits and put him in a good mood.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you want to spend every spare moment with me,” she teased.
“And you’d be right,” Alex teased back.
He pulled her onto his lap, and her soft bottom landed on his thighs, evoking a surge of heat in his loins. While they managed to get work done today, they also veered off course, like now, because he couldn’t resist touching her.
Sherry pouted. “I would love to see you this evening, but I’m meeting with my volunteer group to decide which new projects we want to tackle this quarter.”
“Well, I suppose I can give you a break tonight, since we did spend the weekend together.”
They’d spent more than the weekend together. Over the past week, they’d spent almost every night after work in each other’s company. On Saturday, she’d joined him on a hike up Kennesaw Mountain, and then they ate breakfast at a coffee shop before parting ways so he could go visit his friend in the hospital.
Sunday, they went to a baseball game and then went back to his house, where he taught her how to make a traditional Colombian dish,bistec a cabal, over rice. The steak was served topped with a fried egg andhogao, a Colombian creole sauce made from scallions and tomatoes, both of which grew in pots on his patio.
“How gracious of you to give me time off,” Sherry said, looping her arms around his neck. Her hooded gaze met his.
“I’m a generous man.” His gaze shifted. “You have something in your hair.”
Sherry brushed at the strands.
“Let me.” He removed a piece of shredded paper from her hair and showed it to her. “Got it.”
“How in the world did that get in there?”
He chuckled. “Did you bend down toward the shredder?”
“No.” She slapped his chest.
“Then I have no idea,amor.” He trailed the tips of his fingers through her hair. “Your hair smells different. Usually it smells more like mint, but today it smells…fruity.”
“I tried a different shampoo and conditioner. Very observant, Señor Barraza.” She rolled her Rs extra hard.
“Look at you. We’re going to have you speaking Spanish yet.”
“Maybe you can teach me a word a day.”
“We’ll start with the nasty ones,” he said.
“Of course you would say that.” She nuzzled his neck. “I think the new products make my hair softer. What do you think?”
He grasped a handful of her tresses. “It’s hard to tell. All of you is so soft all the time.” He nipped her chin with his lips.
“Keep talking like that, and you might get yourself laid at work.”
“Again? In that case—”
Two quick knocks on the door, and Sherry jumped up from his lap. Dammit.
Rashad poked his head in. He glanced between them as Sherry edged farther away from Alex.
