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“That’s one way of putting it.” He motioned for me to step deeper into his home. “Please, have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink?”

I remained where I was. “This isn’t right.” I shook my head. “I don’t feel right being here and having the conversation I need to have with you.”

He nodded. “I see.”

And I honestly believed he did.

“Where would you prefer?”

“The hotel.”

“Okay. I’ll just grab my jacket.”

He disappeared in the direction of the bedroom, and my clit pulsed. Muscle memory sucked.

Great. All I could think of now was Asher’s dark head between my thighs, his topaz eyes staring up at me as he sucked my clit between his oh-so-kissable lips.

For fuck’s sake. Focus, Kee.

He returned a couple of minutes later wearing a single-breasted jacket with the button undone. He picked up a wallet from a table beside the couch and slipped it into an inside pocket, then fastened the jacket. I watched his every move like a starving animal invited to a buffet. Why did he have to be so perfect? And why did he have to be my boss?

“Ready?”

I pulled my mind out of the gutter and attempted a smile. “Sure, let’s go.”

The hotel was a short ten-minute saunter from Asher’s place. We walked most of it in silence, with me keeping a safe distance. Twice, our arms brushed as I skipped out of the way of a passerby, and on both occasions, butterflies in my stomach went on the rampage, and the devil on my shoulder told me I was an idiot. Asher made the odd attempt at conversation, but when he received monosyllabic responses in return, he stopped trying.

He led me through the lobby of the hotel, stopping for five seconds to share a few words with the concierge, and then we were in his office. Before he’d even closed the door, I reached into my purse and pulled out the scatty piece of paper where I’d made my list of demands. Ha. What a joke. I was in no position to demand anything. I wasn’t kidding myself. As much as he seemed eager for me to accept this job, people like me were a dime a dozen.

My hands shook, and the paper fell from my fingers, fluttering to the floor. I bent to pick it up. As did Asher. Our foreheads collided, and I ended up flat on my ass.

“Ow.” I rubbed my head while horror painted his face. I made a grab for the paper. He reached down and clasped my wrist, helping me to my feet.

“I’m so sorry.” He rubbed his head, too. “It’s been a long time since I’ve headbutted anyone, and never a woman.”

He looked so mortified that it broke the tension. I laughed. “I can’t see you ever headbutting anyone.”

He arched a brow and ran a hand over his tie. “I’ll have you know that in my younger years, I was quite the rebel.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true. Maybe, if you decide to stay, I’ll get a chance to tell you about it one day.” He gestured to the seat opposite his desk. “Please sit down. I’m eager to find out what’s on that piece of paper.”

Chapter10

Asher

Persistence is a good attribute to have.

Kiana’s fingershad a slight shake to them as she smoothed out the paper. She laid it in her lap and scanned it, almost as if she was reminding herself what she’d written.

With her head bent, it allowed me a few scant moments to prepare myself for what was to come. I erred on the positive. She’d remembered where I lived. I took that as the night meant something to her. Maybe she’d give me a chance after all.

God, I hope so.

The thought of laying her down in my bed and taking my time to explore her curves. The chance to taste her pussy, to bury myself in her heat. To wake up beside her and—

She cleared her throat, interrupting the direction of my thoughts. Just as well, because I was now sporting a boner. Thank goodness we had the desk between us.

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