Page 52 of Captivated By You

“It’s not a date.”

“But I have impressed you, yes?”

Our desserts arrived before she could answer, and she licked her lips, bent down, and breathed through her nose, smelling the sweetness of the soufflé.

“My God, I can feel the pounds piling on my hips from the smell alone, and you know what? I don’t care.”

She dove into the dessert with her spoon, bringing the soufflé to her lips. Blood rushed to my groin as she closed her eyes and made a sound reminiscent of when I’d been buried inside her. A moan that hardened my dick and sent tingles shooting upward from the base of my spine.

Damn, would I ever get to taste her again, or was I destined for a life of enforced abstinence? No, I refused to accept that. She hadn’t once denied her attraction to me, our professional relationship the only barrier to sexual bliss. I had confidence in my ability to wear her down.

“Why aren’t you eating yours? Don’t you like it?”

I gave her a crooked smile. “Watching you make sex faces while you eat is far more enjoyable.”

“I wasnotmaking sex faces,” she hissed.

“You should see it from my perspective.” I reached for my phone. “Shall I make a video as evidence?”

“Don’t you dare.” She picked up her dessert and moved her chair around until she faced the opposite way.

“What are you doing?”

“Eating this without you staring at me. Creeper.”

I laughed. “Hiding your sex face from me, you mean.”

“Bite me.”

“Gladly.”

She growled. “God, you are infuriating and persistent to the point of annoyance.”

I laughed again. This woman brought a levity to my life that, until I’d met her, I hadn’t realized I was missing. And now that I had it, there wasn’t a chance I’d let it go. She was the most wonderful stress reliever, and Mom often told me I should relax more. I couldn’t think of a better way to do that than to spend time with the woman opposite, even if she did have her back to me.

Scooping out the last spoonful of soufflé, she swung her chair back around and set the empty dish on the table. “That was outstanding.”

“It’s a shame I missed it.”

“Serves you right for making inappropriate remarks.” She yawned, clamping her hand over her mouth. “Sorry, my body always goes into shutdown after a large meal. I warn you now; I might fall asleep on the plane.”

“We could always stay overnight. I keep a permanent suite in the hotels I visit most frequently. This just happens to be one of them.”

She breathed out heavily through her nose, the noise reminiscent of a frustrated huff. “You don’t give up, do you?”

I held up my hands. “Purely platonic. The suite has two bedrooms, with a living room in between, and a lock on both bedroom doors. Which I intend to use, considering how irresistible you find me.”

She made one of those adorable snorts that I’d grown addicted to. “I don’t have an overnight bag, and I am not doing the walk of shame. Again.”

Ah, yes. She’d have had to return home in the previous day’s clothes the night we’d slept together.

“If I can fix that, will you stay? We could take in the city sights tomorrow and then return to Seattle late afternoon.”

I had a few meetings planned for tomorrow, but what the hell. I’d cancel them. Probably send shock waves through the upper echelons of the company. Never mind. It’d give them something to gossip about.

“How will you fix it? And don’t suggest my birthday suit.”

“I can see I’m earning quite the reputation.” I stood and held out my hand. “Come with me.”

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