Bang bang bang.
For fuck’s sake.This better be important.
He dragged himself to the door—hazel eyes stared at him.Sami leaned against his doorframe with an easy smirk.
The fuzziness ran from Baz’s brain.He blinked.Was he hallucinating?Was that how low he had sunken?
“Hi.”Sami’s hot breath faintly caressed Baz’s throat.Not hallucinating.Holy shit.
“What the hell are you doing here?How do you know where I live?How did you get past the doorman?”
That last one was rhetorical; Larry was on duty tonight, a man in his late sixties who’d be envious of a mole’s eyesight.Several times, he had referred to Baz asma’am.Sami couldn’t have known he wouldn’t be dealing with the A-team, though.
“Geez, you’re intense.Can’t a guy get a ‘hello, how are you’ first?”
Sure, because who didn’t meet an ambush with a friendly greeting?
“What do you want, Sami?”
“Relax, okay?I come in peace.Actually, I come as a messenger.”Sami held out a large, white envelope.
“What’s that?”
“Ian’s settlement offer.Thought I should bring it by in person to make sure it doesn’t get lost on the way.”
An associate attorney who was playing delivery boy?Yeah, right.Ian was a ballbuster, but Sami should have more pride than letting himself get exploited.And hopefully, he still had intact balls, too… Baz caught himself before his eyes strayed too far south.
“And you didn’t think it would be more appropriate to come to my office?Tomorrow?When we have a meeting arranged to discuss exactly this?”
Who was Sami to negotiate an offer on Ian’s behalf, anyway?
Actually, Baz wouldn’t be surprised if Ian pawned off all his work to his underlings and only swooped in to take the credit at the last possible moment.
“I could have.But then you couldn’t have invited me in for a drink.”Sami leaned in, their chests so close, Baz could feel the heat of his body radiating through his shirt.
“Who says I’m offering you a drink?”
“I do.”The words were but a breathy whisper, tickling Baz’s lips.He couldn’t stop himself from drawing a deep breath of the oakmoss and lime cologne.His eyes fluttered shut—Sami squeezed past him into his apartment.
Sami Adam.In his home.The heat pooling in his lower body reminded him why this was a bad idea, why he should kick Sami out this instant before they did something they would regret.
He had no idea why he closed the door instead.
“Here.”Sami slammed the envelope against Baz’s chest.Baz had precious little interest in it, not when Sami was kicking off his shoes like he intended to stay.
“Make yourself at home, why don’t you?”
“Thanks, I am.”
That wasn’t—was he doing this on purpose to piss Baz off or was he obnoxious by nature?
“This is how you live, huh?Wow.”Sami marveled at the living room, glanced into the open-plan kitchen it bled into, the nook next to it with a desk that served as Baz’s home office.
Baz puffed out his chest.“I know.”Wowwas the least his apartment deserved.It was small, yes, but high-end and luxurious from floor to ceiling.And Sami hadn’t even seen the bedroom yet.
Not that he would.
“Didn’t know what to expect when I saw the address, but this, this is… sad.”
