He smiles, slow and wicked.
“Do you…like HR problems?”
“I do NOT,” I lie, sweating through my blouse.
He glances toward the door, then back at me.
“You look flustered, Elena.” His voice is low.
“I am NOT flustered.”
“You’re blushing.”
“I am NOT.”
“You’re adorable.”
I kick him under the desk. He just grins wider.
No pain or shame, just ego.
“So,” he asks softly, “did I get the job?”
I bite back a laugh. “Pretty short interview if you ask me. And what job is that, exactly?”
He holds my gaze, looking dead serious. “The one where I get to see you…more often.”
My breath catches, right as the doorknob rattles.
Greg sticks his head in.
“Elena—oh!” He blinks at Colt.
“Oh wow. Strong candidate! Great jawline. Bet you’d be great for sales! Love that you made it in person!”
He gives me a thumbs-up. “Sorry to interrupt! We’ll discuss later!”
Colt is choking back a laugh as the door closes.
I cover my face.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I whisper. “This is a little bit of a violation. You’re going to get me in trouble.”
He leans in, voice low enough to melt metal. “I’m going after what I want.”
“And that is…?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
“You,” he says, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.
Before I can react, he stands up from his seat and walks around the desk, his presence commanding and confident. I watch him, my heart pounding in my chest, as he comes to stand behind me. His hands rest on the arms of my chair, and he leans down, his breath hot against my ear.
“You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about you,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl that sends a wave of heat coursing through me.
I can’t find the words to respond, my mind a whirlwind of desire and anticipation. He takes that as his cue, his hands sliding down to my waist, lifting me effortlessly from the chair and setting me on the edge of the desk. The cool wood beneath me contrasts with the heat radiating from his body as he steps between my legs.
“Colt,” I whisper, my voice shaky as I look up at him, his eyes dark with need. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but…”
“Shh,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing up my thighs, pushing my skirt up as he goes. “Relax. You seem stressed. Let me take care of you. Boss.”
