Page 3 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

“Hello?” that seductive-as-fuck voice called a second time, and it took a moment for my brain to function again.

“Sammy,” I choked out.

There was a brief pause on her end. “Elias?” She laughed, that sweet sound doing nothing but making my cock harder.

Fuck.

My gaze dropped back to the blueprint mock-up.

Fucking beautiful.

“What’s up?” Samara said with another soft laugh. “I didn’t even realize you had my number.”

I scrubbed a hand over my jaw, the stubble reminding me I hadn’t shaved that morning before work.Focus.“Sammy, did you apply for an internship with Barker & Reid?”

“Yes. I’ve applied to a few places, actually. My professor wouldn’t accept me interning at my family’s firm. But with Barker & Reid only having one spot open, I didn’t have much hope I would get a call from you regarding it.” I heard some rustling on her end. “Ugh. I’m sorry. Can you hold on a moment, Elias? I was in the shower. I’m dripping all over the place.”

I choked back a groan, trying and failing to avoid picturing her naked in her bathroom with water dripping from her hair, down her back, chest. Tits. Ass.

Ah fuck, I was in trouble.

“Yeah, sure,” I grumbled. “Take your time.”

“Thanks,” she murmured.

The sound of her moving around had my free hand fisting as the imagery kept popping through my head of her wet body moving around a steamy bathroom, droplets of water trailing down over each curve.

Shit.

The tip of my cock leaked at the idea of pleasuring Samara. I grabbed it, squeezing until it hurt. But then I heard her gasp and nearly came in my own hand through the sweats I’d tossed on after my shower when I’d gotten home.

Christ.

My gaze fell back on the paper spread across the table.Exquisite.

“I’m back,” she said after a few minutes had passed. “Sorry it took so long.”

“No problem,” I rasped and cleared my throat. “How many other companies did you say you applied to?”

“Ten?”

My jaw clenched. Unsure why that pissed me off, I pushed back from the table and crossed to the fridge to grab a bottle of beer. “Have you heard back from any of them?”

“A few,” she admitted after a pause. “I told them I would take a little time to consider their offers.”

“I want you,” I gritted out.

Her breath rushed out, sounding loud in my ear, and I realized how that must have come out to her. “Youwant me?”

“I mean, Barker & Reid wants you,” I amended, mentally cursing myself. “To be our intern. Twelve weeks. Paid.”

“Oh, cool. Well, thanks for extending the offer. Can I take a few days to consider?”

Despite understanding that taking time to consider was a smart move, I didn’t like that she didn’t immediately accept. Not one damn bit. “What did the others offer you, Sammy?”

She laughed. “Why? Do you want me so bad, you’re willing to negotiate?”

“Yes,” I snapped, but I shook my head at my own stupidity. “I can match anyone’s salary and even offer you housing. There’s an apartment that just became vacant in my complex. We don’t have a tenant lined up yet, but you can stay there rent-free for the duration of your internship.”

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