Page 34 of Greed

“In what realm is that your business?”

He lets out a hearty laugh. “In the realm where I want you in my bed tonight.”

“Not happening.” I shake my head.

His gaze drops to the front of my blouse and beyond until he snakes it back up to my face. “If you were fucked tonight, he did a piss poor job.”

My eyes widen. “What?”

The question turns him so he’s facing me. I shift my focus to the elevator doors in front of me.

I hold in a sigh when I feel his fingers brush against my hand. “If you went to bed with a man, he didn’t get you off.”

I look toward the panel on the wall to see that we’re almost at my floor. “You have no clue what you’re talking about.”

Before I realize what he’s doing, his palm is stretched out and pressed against the red emergency button. The elevator grinds to a sudden halt.

It’s so unexpected that I stumble forward, but I’m in his arms almost instantly.

I take a deep breath to calm my body down.

“When you’re fucked well, you have a glow about you.” His breath skims my cheek. “There’s no glow at the moment.”

I finally raise my gaze to meet his, and what I find stops my heart for a beat. The intensity in his eyes is a lure. There’s nothing I want more at this moment than to tear off his clothes and fuck this man until we both can’t move.

I swallow hard to try and regain my composure because I can’t let myself go to bed with him when I’m still feeling the high from the wine.

His eyes search mine for something. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

I slick my tongue over my bottom lip. “What did you forget?”

His brow knits. “What?”

“You told Desmond you forgot something,” I remind him. “What is it?”

As the elevator sounds its alarm and the phone on the panel rings, he parts his lips. “This.”

I tilt my chin up ever so slightly to welcome his touch, and then he steals my breath in a kiss I’ll never forget.

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I taketwo steps away from Declan as the elevator arrives at my floor. As soon as the doors slide open, I spot a crowd of three gathered. Naturally, the man in the middle would have to be my boss.

Rook looks at me before he shoots his gaze toward Declan. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” Declan responds.

“I wasn’t asking you,” Rook snaps. “I was asking Abby. She’s had a rough week. First, a twisted ankle, and now she was stuck in an elevator with you.”

I hold in a laugh. “I’m fine, sir.”

“Good.” He moves aside to let me pass.

After my afternoon at home nursing my ‘injury,’ I gave up the fake limp, so I exit the elevator with my head held high and not a limp in sight.

My heels click over the floor as I head straight to my office to grab the photo I came to pick up.

“So it just stopped and started on its own?” I hear Rook ask. “Maintenance has to check that. The last thing I need is a client getting stuck in there for hours.”

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