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My body instantly froze until I slowly peered up at him through my dark, long lashes.
Still. On. My. Knees.
Our eyes locked, instantly dragging me back to another place and time where he looked nothing like the distinguished man prominently standing before me, wearing a three-piece black suit with a gray collared shirt. I hadn’t seen him face-to-face in almost eight years.
Even after all this time, all the heartache, all the bullshit…
I was still physically attracted to him. He was as handsome as ever with his bright, piercing blue eyes that always looked like they could see into my soul. The slight facial hair he was sporting only made him appear more distinguished and alluring, but his golden-blond hair looked darker than I remembered.
Elias Sinclair was still as sexy as sin.
What’s going on?
As I took him in, my mind raced with questions I had no answers for. He stood right above me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Although with Elias, it wasn’t unusual for me to feel like I couldn’t read him. He had the ability to hide what he was thinking, what he was feeling, what he wanted or needed, and that was the end of it.
He was always in control of his emotions, even back then.
After what felt like forever, he finally broke the deafening silence between us.
“I thought it would take a lot more time for you to be on your knees for me again.”
I jerked back, sitting on the balls of my heels. “It wasn’t for you.”
That’s my comeback?
He grinned in that shit-eating way I always hated but secretly enjoyed. And that was all it took to break out of the spell he suddenly put me under from the shock of seeing him. I might have felt an attraction to him. However, that was where it ended.
At the moment, I felt absolutely no love for him whatsoever.
ELIAS
I prided myself on control, and seeing her on her knees in front of me was enough to make me lose it all. Memory after memory assaulted my mind of her in this same position, except my cock was in her pouty mouth. My dick twitched at the mere thought as my head suddenly waged a war with itself, thinking about the last time I saw her bright green eyes connecting with mine. The cold expression on her face was consuming and punishing me all at once.
It wasn’t until she asked, “Where’s Mr. Ferris, Mr. Sinclair?” that I mocked in a condescending tone, “It’s Mr. Sinclair now, is it?”
She firmly nodded, her composure solid and calm. She tried to stand, but her tight-ass skirt didn’t allow her much movement. I extended my hand for her to take, and the little minx grabbed the couch instead.
Once she stood, she appeared poised and only stared at me with those eyes that always entranced me. However, it didn’t matter. I would forever know what was beneath her fancy dress and fuck-me heels. Her silk blouse had fallen forward, only accentuating her black lace bra peeking through the seam. My eyes must have shifted to her breasts for a moment because she quickly stepped aside to compose herself.
Except it didn’t matter because there was no way in hell I could tear my eyes away from her. Capri was always a beautiful girl, but now—as a woman—she was a vision of sophistication and class. Her hair was still long and redder than I remembered. She was also curvier, simply triggering the memory of her naked body riding my cock.
Yet, after all these years, her freckles still drove me wild. She had new ones, and I hated that I wasn’t around to see them form.
“As I was saying, Mr. Sinclair,” she declared, tearing my mind back to the present. “Where is Mr. Ferris?”
Adjusting my suit jacket and my dick, I spun and made my way to my desk since she found it upon herself to sit in the chair in front of it. Capri didn’t show any emotion over my presence or response to her for one minute. If anything, she treated me as if I were a stranger and not the man who claimed her virginity. Capri was too busy playing the role of the woman I no longer knew, and it was what hurt the most about our encounter.
The desire to pull her into my arms was stronger than anything I’d ever experienced. I’d been in meetings with the world’s leaders and the elites and never felt an ounce of the anxiety I felt with her sitting in front of me.
To answer her question, I confidently replied, “Mr. Ferris won’t be joining us,” despite what I felt. “You’ll be working with me.”
In one stern breath, she snapped, “The hell I am, Mr. Sinclair.”
Leaning back into my chair, I narrowed my entranced stare at her. “Is that right?”
The abrupt tension in my office was so fucking thick you could choke on it.
“I was hired by Mr. Ferris.”
