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He smiled and waved, but his gaze was dark and intense as it panned slowly down her body.
Shona felt heat flowing from her cheeks to her breasts, her nipples hardening. They must surely show through the flimsy cotton of her dress. And the syrupy feeling between her legs, the silkiness as her thighs rubbed together, spelt one thing. She was wet for him.
Well, she’d just have to ignore that minor detail.
So what if he lusted after her?
And so what if she clearly had a wet-on for him?
He was a client. That ruled out anything between them.
He stood as she got closer, that broody, sexy look still in his deep-set eyes, the glint making her pussy fizz and pop like sherbet candy and just about vaporizing her professionalism.
“Here, sit,” he said, and for a crazy moment she imagined he might kiss her, but it seemed he thought better of it. “You look… beautiful. Am I allowed to say that?”
“Thank you. Yes, this once.” She smirked. Goddess, she’d take it a thousand times from this guy.
“Did you wear this little number sloshing around the sea urchin house?”
“No, I was wet, so I—” She stopped abruptly as she saw his tusks twitch. She hurried to explain, her cheeks pinking. “The water went over my boots and my suit pants were soaked and uncomfortable so—” She tried for a casual shrug. “I hope the fine weather holds, because this is all I have, and a little cardigan in my purse.”
He glanced at the sky. “Clear as a bell. Now shall I order those chowders?”
Over lunch they chatted. Mostly, she asked questions about his business, and he replied, leaning nonchalantly back in his chair. She found him remarkably easy to converse with. He was clearly super successful and obviously super rich, but there was a down-to-earth air about him, as though that didn’t really count for much. It made her wonder what drove him.
“What’s it like over the other side?” she asked as she finished her soup and put her spoon down.
“You mean over the mountain range?”
She nodded.
“Big cities, manicured parks. Very modern, many species mixing with ease. Progressive. High tech.” He hitched an eyebrow. “You’ve never been?”
She shook her head. “Very few humans go over the mountain ranges from here. I guess most people are content to maintain the status quo. Tradition is a big thing for valley humans. And getting a visa to work over there is a hassle.”
He snorted. “I never had a visa. Just climbed over the Motham wall and kept walking.”
“Weren’t you stopped by the authorities?”
“No.” He paused. “Put it this way, I did a lot of planning first. Dad and I…” He pushed his empty soup bowl away. “Dad was a foreman at the mines, and then I worked there from the age of fourteen, so we knew the area outside the city, at least the road in and out.”
“Was that the coal mines near Twill?”
“Yeah, it was. Are you from Twill? I’d have placed you as a Tween girl.”
She toyed with her drink, sucked coyly through the straw before answering. “Twill born and raised. What made you think I was from Tween?”
“You’ve got an air of sophistication…” She glanced up to see admiration in his eyes.
“Carefully crafted,” she said, trying not to blush. “No, we’re just ordinary human stock. Dad and mom run a deli in Twill. Nothing special. But they worked hard to pay for my education. And then I blew it.”
“How come?”
“I trained in fashion, got a great job in the industry and then…” She glanced up from under her lashes.
“And then?” Another waggle of those eyebrows.
“Not sure you’ll still want to work with me if I tell you…”
