She laughs.
“As for the other women, no. None of them looked as fucking hot as you,” I say. “I hope you’ll be my first friend.”
“Something tells me you haven’t said that to too many women.”
“You’re right. See how special you are?”
She considers me.
I pull her to me, fusing us together. Not that I know how that’s possible considering we’re already breathing the same air.
She gasps.
I’ve been good so far. I’m done being good.
I grind my impossibly hard cock against her. It’s provocative. There’s no mistaking the message.
“Jesus.”
“Is that a yes?” I cut to the chase.
“Yes.”
One word.
Endless possibilities.
Chapter 18
Arianne
Every cell in my body is on high alert. My skin is prickling with an all-encompassing electric current. Although my feet have barely touched the ground from this enchanting evening, there’s a voice yelling at me.
Mayday! Mayday!
Pending invasion!
Abort mission.
I repeat. Abort mission. Now!
Do you copy, Buchanan?
Extricate yourself from this perilous situation before it’s too late!
Do not try to be a superhero. You will get burned!
You are no match for the irresistible scorching-hot boss-slash-client.
Save yourself, girl.
SAVE YOURSELF!
The sophisticated security system I’ve carefully spent two years building to protect me from the enemy—aka, men—falters. All the circuits are cross-wired, which explains why I’m so helpless now. When I perfected the code, I didn’t take Beckett Christensen into account.
I know firsthand an office romance can be disastrous.
I shouldn’t be in this predicament again.