Page 18 of The Deception: Hercules Valentine and I
The Next Morning
“Yes,” I mutter.
What luck. I’ve come in through the lobby, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, and there she is. I call her name. Her sultry eyes lock onto mine, and that makes me hard.
I raise my hand and then thumb over my shoulder. She nods, and I watch her walk to me. It takes everything I’ve got to keep my eyes on her face. But my chest is pounding and my cock throbbing.
“Hey,” she says once she’s close.
Her breath spreads over my face, and I battle an inclination to kiss her. I swallow. “Do you need a ride up?”
“I’m late. I’m not usually late for anything, I promise.”
I believe her. “This way.”
I walk, and she’s behind me. I touch the finger pad to gain access to the hallway with the executive elevators. I hold the door open, waiting for her to pass. Her perfume makes me want to taste her skin.Why does it feel as though I’ve had her on my tongue before?
“Thank you,” she says.
Say “you’re welcome.”I can’t. Instead, I walk. When we get to the elevator, I hit the button, and it opens.
“After you.” I sound strained.
She steps in. I hesitate. And her waiting eyes make me want her more.
Is she? No.Lark’s eyes are greenish. Paisley’s eyes were deep brown. They can’t be the same person.
But what’s that in her hair?
