Page 35 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

"Understood," I mutter. I'm starting to realize Ryan is always just a little late.

"No worries," Delia adds. "We were just catching up, weren't we?"

This is hell.

I am in hell.

Madison is the last to show up, wearing a little black dress that hugs her figure. Her hair is down around her shoulders, coal around her eyes, and she doesn't look at me as she walks in.

I haven't heard from her in days, and then this...

...she looks incredible.

She dressed up for me.

She sits down directly to my right without saying a word. I feel a sense of satisfaction at the same time that I'm a little annoyed. I wish I didn't like looking at her so much. I wish she weren't so gorgeous.

I wish she weren't my friend's kid, and my stupid sense of morality was a little more malleable.

I wish I could resist her, but I know it's only a matter of time before I give in.

"Okay," Delia says. "Let's get started. Quinn, you've got contracts for us?"

I nod, trying to push away the thoughts of Madison and focus on the task at hand. "Yes, I do."

I pass out the stacks of papers to everyone and begin to explain the details of each one, how they should have their attorneys look over everything if they're concerned about anything. My mind keeps wandering back to Madison, though. I can't stop thinking about how much I want her, how badly I want to feel her lips on mine again.

And then, as if on cue, Madison brushes her foot against mine under the table. It's subtle, but it's enough to send a jolt of electricity through my body. I accidentally knock over a stack of papers as my hand shakes, and everyone looks up at me with concern.

Delia's lips twitch at the corner, her gaze darting between me and Madison. Ryan...well, Ryan just looks confused.

"I'm fine," I say quickly, my voice low and raspy. "Let's continue."

I can feel Madison's eyes on me, and I realize that she knows exactly what she's doing to me. It's like she's playing a game, and I'm powerless to resist. I don't know how I went from barely knowing this girl to her knowing me well enough to play me like a fiddle...but here we are.

"Now, Madison—you've got a preliminary sketch of the space?"

She nods and then passes out scans to everyone, big sheets of paper with elaborate blueprints on them. "Alright, everyone," she says. "Welcome to the Threshold."

Delia's eyes light up as she looks at the sketch, and she immediately starts up a barrage of questions for Madison. Madison takes them all in stride, never hesitating to reply, taking notes as she goes. Watching her work just makes me feel even more entranced, as I realize how brilliant she is.

I thought I'd seen her in action, but this is magic.

We're all focused on the work. I can tell Delia's really interested in the project, and I can't believe how much she's doing. She loves this shit, and I can't help but smile at how passionate she is.

And then—while she's in the middle of answering questions—there's her foot again.

Gliding up my leg, her face betraying nothing.

I grit my teeth as I listen to her speak, my hands clenching on the table. At this rate, I'm going to knock over another stack of papers; hell, I'm going to swipe everything off the table and have her bent over it in seconds, Delia and Ryan be damned. I thought I could do this, but my will to be a good guy is fading fast.

Delia's still talking, and Ryan is following along, but my eyes have only one place to go: Madison.

Her foot still slides up my leg, and then she props it up on my knee. She's wearing heels, and the point of her stiletto presses into my opposite thigh. She's distracting me deliberately, and while I know she's technically here to work, she's trying to bait me.

Her foot slides up my thigh…

"Quinn?"

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