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“Good. Then I expect to see major progress in the coming weeks. We do not have much time.” Thiago stood, indicating the meeting was over.
India and her staff stood as well.
“India, I would like you to stay behind, please,” Thiago said.
The other members of the team avoided Thiago’s eyes, but Beth Ann shot a furtive glance in India’s direction before following Stefano out the door.
After the door closed behind them, tense silence reigned between Thiago and India.
One hand on her hip, she fixed her dark eyes on him.
“Do you have something to say to me?” Thiago asked, taking a seat on the edge of the table and folding his arms.
“You undermined me in front of my team.”
“You brought me an unacceptable strategy.”
Her jaw tightened. “We’re marketers, not magicians. I brought you a strategic rollout after you asked for a proposal less than two weeks after the scandal hit the news. You want quickresults, then expect half the quality. Unless you want me and my team to pull all-nighters every night.”
His eyes flicked over her, the way she stood with one hand on her hip, her full lips pressed together in anger, challenging him with her voice and a deadly stare. She was acting as if she was the one in charge, looking at him as if she were ten feet tall.
So damn sexy. He fought the smile threatening to pull the corners of his mouth upward.
“Careful,” he said, his tone low and dangerous, hiding his amusement.
He watched as she moved closer. “You don’t scare me, Thiago.”
“Hmm. That’s a problem, don’t you think?”
She held his gaze, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Electricity crashed between them—anger laced with sexual awareness. He ached to reach for her but resisted the urge. They didn’t cross the line at work. Too risky.
“Was there a reason you asked me to stay behind?”
“I wanted to make sure you can meet my… demands.”
She flicked her tongue to the top left corner of her mouth, toying with him. “Don’t I always?”
Thiago clenched his hand into a fist on the table. Damn, this woman. Insatiable desire for her consumed him with no end in sight.
India turned on her heel. “If I’m going to meet your deadline, I have to go.”
She was halfway to the door when his voice stopped her.
“India.”
She stopped but didn’t look back.
Thiago pushed off the table and took a few steps in her direction. “Are we still on for tonight?”
She turned her head slowly, eyes narrowing into an expression hot enough to curdle milk. “Maybe,” she said coolly.
Thiago exhaled through his nose, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. Then she walked out without waiting for a response. She was infuriating, but she was the best part of his week.
Knowing her, she’d remain pissed right up until he saw her later.
Which meant the sex tonight would be incredible.
Chapter Three
