Becca groaned. He stood up and grabbed her drink and flowers. It took her a couple of seconds to regroup, but she finally stood and straightened her clothes, picked up her purse from the floor, and swung it over her shoulder.

When they emerged from their hidden spot, Becca stepped out into the hall with a dazed but oh so satisfied look on her face.

Jordan leaned on the frame of the door—confident in his plan of action— giving her his best I-want-to-fuck-you stare. The wanton look radiating in her eyes didn’t help his own need for release he had been experiencing for almost two weeks.

He curved one finger toward her, motioning for her to step closer, and then he whispered, “If I can make you come with one hand, imagine what I can do with my whole body.”

Her jaw dropped, but she remained composed. It was do-or-die time, and Jordan was pulling out all the stops.

Cheesy pickup lines didn’t seem to be working for him. Maybe she would respond to dirty.

Despite his best efforts, Becca still did not visit his office that day.

Chapter Five

Friday

Traffic had been a battle that morning and Jordan was running a little late. He probably missed Becca while she was on her way to get her morning caffeine fix, but he knew he’d still be able to catch her on her way back up to her office. He leaned against the wall, resting one foot on the tile, folding his arms across his chest.

A couple of minutes later he heard the click of high heels in the distance. He turned to the entryway just as black knee-high boots approached him. His eyes followed the black stockings as they disappeared under flowing black fabric that skimmed the middle of her thigh. The dress wrapped around curvy hips and draped low on the bustline, revealing the swell of familiar breasts. Dark ringlets fell loosely down to her shoulders. Her eyes were dark. Not just in color but in decoration—black lined her lids, then softened into a smoky gray shadow. Her lips were colored a deep red, blood red.

They had the slightest shine. So kissable.

So perfect to be wrapped around his cock.

Becca’s appearance was a surprise.

A beautiful, unexpected, sexy surprise.

She broke out the sex kitten today. On purpose? Did she make herself even more appealing out of spite?

She approached, finally stopping only a foot away. It didn’t come as a surprise when she placed one finger under his chin to close his gaping mouth.

Jordan surveyed her again from head to toe, and when he finally returned to her face, he couldn’t help the single word that escaped his mouth. “Wow.”

He watched the color change in her face.

“Rebecca?” A deep, hearty voice called to her from behind.

Jordan peeked around her shoulder and saw a man, tall, blond, and confident.

Tall, blond, and creepy.

She turned to see who was calling and smiled at the man as he approached.

But Jordan noticed a difference in the way she looked at him. Her eyes still sparkled but the sparkle was friendly, no lust seeping through the dark brown pools, no heat burning through her gaze. Although this guy sidled up to her and rested his hand on the small of her back, Jordan wasn’t jealous. Nope. Not at all. Not one tiny bit.

“Are we going up?” the stranger asked.

“Yes,” she croaked. Becca had to clear her throat to get out the words. She returned her gaze to Jordan, and her eyes moved up and down his body before she spoke again. “I’ve got to get going.”

He nodded. Blond guy gave him a snarky glare before he turned and led her into the elevator. Jerk-off!

Jordan shook his head in disappointment. He didn

’t even get to use his line.

***