Page 26 of Legal Desire
“I’m not going to lie,” he said with a grin. “I am a little sore.”
She sighed. “That’s too bad. I guess we will have to give you a chance to recover.”
“I’m fully recovered,” he assured her as his erection pushed against his fly. He stepped away from the door, moving toward her desk. “Is that why you called me here?”
She shook her head. “No. This is business only.”
He stopped within a few feet of her desk, not trusting himself to get any closer. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to control his desire for her.
Hell, it was already out of control. Last night he’d totally forgotten his purpose for wanting to work more closely with Allison McCann. He needed to get proof that she was the mole.
“Business only?” he queried. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with playing politics.”
“I was thinking about what you said last night.”
She hadn’t allowed him to say much, not wanting an argument. Instead, she’d challenged him to action. Heat flashed through him as he thought of all the actions they’d done.
“What in particular?” he asked. “How hot you are?”
Even though her face flushed, she narrowed her eyes. “Business, Mr. Sinclair.”
He feigned a shiver. “Oh, Ms. McCann, it’s so very cold in here.”
It actually was. With its white walls and furniture, the office was very sterile—very cold. Trev wasn’t really cold, not when he was anywhere near her because then all he felt was the heat of desire.
The office was the exact opposite of her bedroom decor—all dark and soft and warm. Just as she was the exact opposite of what she’d been last night.
Was she mad at him? Or was this how she would always act outside her apartment, outside her bedroom?
“I thought it was your public persona you wanted reworked,” she said, “not mine.”
That was all the ice queen image was: her public persona. After last night he knew she was very different in private. In private, she was the fire queen.
“You reconsidered?” he asked with surprise. She’d been so adamant that she’d wanted nothing to do with politics. “You’re going to help me?”
“Just with your image,” she said. “Not your campaign.”
“Why not?” he asked. “What do you have against lawyers and politicians?”
She leaned back now in her white leather chair, and she studied him through narrowed eyes. The frigidness was back. “Why are you so curious about me?” she asked, and she glanced at the door.
Edward had given him up. The little weasel. But then Trev wasn’t surprised she’d broken the man. With the way she was staring at him, he was starting to sweat, a trickle of perspiration running down between his shoulder blades.
“You’re an intriguing woman,” he said with a grin. “Of course I’m curious about you.”
“Bullshit,” she said. “Why’d you ask about my name? If I changed it?”
Damn Edward...
“Did you?” he asked.
She glared at him. “Apparently, you already know that. How do you?”
“Don’t you Google everyone you meet?” he asked. “Of course, it wasn’t possible to find out anything about you before you started McCann Public Relations.”
She shrugged her slender shoulders. “That’s because there’s nothing to know.”
“I doubt that,” he said. There was a lot more to Allison McCann than he had ever realized. And he’d always been intrigued by her beauty, by her cool professionalism.
