Page 126 of Savage Suit
“I’ll let it slide this time, but I don’t tolerate tardiness. Don’t let this become a habit.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Mr. Keegan, but I can’t control traffic.”
“Leave your house earlier. Get the subway.”
His words pissed me off. “I leave at the same time every day, and in the three weeks I’ve been here, I’ve been early almost every single day. Traffic was heavier than normal, which is why I was tardy. I’ll do my best not to let it happen again, but the time I leave isn’t the issue.”
I didn’t address his subway comment. It wasn’t his business I drove everywhere out of sentimentality. True, it made my life harder, and I’d have to change my transportation habits soon, but Sandy was one of the last remnants of my parents’ help. It didn’t matter they’d intended to take the money from me. They’d loved me enough to give me money to put toward her.
“You also have a driver at your disposal. You have several options to ensure you arrive on time.”
He was right, so I had no response. “What did Soraya mean when she said she’s heard a lot about me?”
Discomfort flashed across his face before his emotionless mask returned. “She’s married to Graham Morgan, a close friend of mine. I’ve informed him of your employment and of your performance, and he must’ve relayed that information to his wife.”
Relief settled into me. “You two aren’t together?”
Off the market. Soraya was off the market. Yeah-yeah-yeah.
Whoop, whoop.
Why the fuck was I so happy Mrs. Morgan was married? Only a low motherfucker fucked his friend’s wife. Whether Noah had, changed nothing between us.
He shook his head. “No, we’re not. Again, Ms. Hagen, why do you care?”
Because I can’t forget my time in your arms, you fucking idiot.
“I want to know more about you. Our twenty questions at Three Amigos piqued my curiosity,” I admitted with exasperation. TMI. I changed the subject. “My performance is so good you’ve been bragging about me.”
His eyes darkened, and he stared at my mouth before he cleared his throat. “Indeed. Your performance is excellent, Ms. Hagen.”
Informing me I’d keep my job and detailing the reasons had left me floating on a cloud for the rest of the evening. His compliments and the sincerity on his face meant a lot.
Apparently, his praises would always affect me, because now my heart soared at his words.
His gaze swept over my body, and heat rushed through me. When he looked at my face again, the desire in his gorgeous blue eyes was unmistakable.
“I’ve held you up long enough,” he murmured in a deep, husky voice that made me want to rip his clothes off and fuck his brains out.
“Have that proposal to me by the end of the day.”
“Mrs. Mikes is typing it up for me as we speak, Mr. Keegan.” I applauded my steady voice, shamelessly admiring him.
Lord, but he was a beautiful man.
“Excellent.” The corners of his mouth ever so slightly lifted in a subtle smirk. “I’ll have Mrs. Mikes fetch you when it’s submitted so we can go over it.”
“Excellent,” I echoed, breathless.
He dropped his gaze to my cream V-neck sweater and the unbuttoned blazer matching my pants and showcasing my breasts. My nipples tightened at the stark hunger on his face.
Swallowing, I took in another breath to control my growing lust. I stood still, tilting my head up to meet his gaze as he walked toward me. He stopped, inches away, close enough for me to smell his minty breath.
Noah swallowed, raised his hand, and caressed my cheek. Goosebumps swept over my body, and I trembled.
“May I kiss you, Ms. Hagen?” he rumbled. “Ryan.”
For days, I’d dreamed of hearing his desire roughened voice and feeling his mouth on me again.
