“Where?”
“You’ll see.”
“That’s it? That’s all I’m getting? A one-word answer?” she teased, feigning outrage.
“Excuse me,” I chided. “That was two words.”
She arched an eyebrow, her green eyes glittering with an unspoken challenge. “I have a feeling I’ll be able to persuade you to tell me.”
I gripped my thigh to keep myself from touching her, my cock stirring. “You can try.”
“Mm.” She leaned back against her seat. “Maybe.”
After that, our conversation turned to business matters. Somehow, I made it through our morning meeting and lunch without touching her. Well, nothing beyond what could be considered professional—a hand on her back, brushing against her in the elevator when no one was watching. It was the most exquisite form of torture, and the closer we got to the end of the day, the more anxious I was for us to be alone. I wanted her all to myself. I wanted her thoughts, her words, her kisses, her smiles for my own.
“You okay?” Sumner asked from next to me in the booth. She laid her hand over mine, and I relaxed momentarily before sliding my hand out from under hers under the pretense of checking my phone.
“Yeah. Fine.” We were waiting for Tom Sheffield, and I was impatient to get this meeting over with.
I spotted him in the doorway and waved him over. He smiled at me as he approached, but then he turned his attention to Sumner and his lips spread into a predatory grin. My hackles immediately rose, but I reminded myself how important the meeting was. How important his business could be for the firm.
After I made the introductions, I waited for Sumner to slide back into the booth and then joined them. Tom boasted about his latest acquisition and the private schools his kids attended. I glanced at my watch, wondering how much longer I’d have to put up with this pompous ass. Wondering if I ever sounded like him—bragging about all the “things” in my life. What was the point? He already had everything he could ever need and then some. What would he even do with more money?
“Seeing anyone?” he asked after Sumner had excused herself to the restroom. Hell, I was half tempted to join her. So far, the meeting was going well, though it had mostly been small talk. I wanted to dig into the meat of the matter. I wanted to wrap this up so I could be alone with her.
I shook my head, surveying the crowded restaurant. “You know how it is. Busy with work.”
“What about your intern?” Tom nudged me, and I tugged at my collar, wondering if he suspected there was something between Sumner and me or was merely suggesting it. Or—worse, still—was feeling me out to see if I’d cockblock him if he pursued her. I got the feeling he was attracted to her, but who wouldn’t be? She was confident, beautiful, and she had a presence that drew everyone in.
“What about her?” I asked, attempting to sidestep his question.
“Is she seeing anyone?”
“None of your business,” I all but growled.
“Ooh.” He winced, sucking air through his teeth. “Someone’s touchy. That’s why you let her tag along to New York, isn’t it?”
I jerked my head back. “No. I invited her to join because apart from Eric, she knows this portfolio better than anyone else.”
He leaned back in the booth, completely at ease. “Relax, Wolfe. I’m just messing with you. But I wouldn’t blame you if you mixed a little business with pleasure.” His attention was focused on something across the restaurant, and when I turned to follow his gaze, I saw Sumner.
She was a knockout, her black dress clinging to her hips like my hands had been mere hours ago. The neckline dipping low enough to hint at her gorgeous tits. Her lips curling in a smile when our eyes met.
“Ah.” Tom stood when Sumner approached. “Here she is now.” He placed his hand on Sumner’s shoulder—ratcheting up my tension another notch. “I don’t know how you work for this guy,” he said to her. “He’s always so uptight. Always so focused on work.”
She smiled at him, but I saw through the saccharine façade. “That’s what I love about Wolfe. He’s relentless when he’s passionate about something.” Was it just my imagination, or had her voice sounded huskier?
“Hm,” Tom mused, studying Sumner a moment longer before releasing his hold on her. “Someone’s clearly drinking the Kool-Aid.”
“Try the vodka punch,” Sumner corrected, taking a seat and downing the rest of her cocktail.
Tom stared at her a moment then threw his head back with a hearty laugh. “Don’t let this one go.”
Too bad our internship, our relationship, everything with Sumner had an expiration date.
After that, Tom behaved himself—mostly. And Sumner certainly proved herself more than capable of holding her own. She answered his questions with ease, deflecting any inappropriate comments and shutting him down without being rude or off-putting. It was impressive, and the longer we stayed, the harder it was going to be to conceal my desire for her.
“What do you think, Wolfe?” Tom turned to me.
