Roxy nods her greetings and stares at the numbers above the door.
Even though I’m standing in the opposite corner, the lavender scent tickles my nostrils. It evokes memories of her at the sex club, and in the car. It makes me want to revisit both.
Somewhere between landing at JFK weeks ago and now, Roxy fucking Moretti became the only woman in the world. My cock lost its mind.
And, of course, she’s the only woman who doesn’t want to have anything to do with me.
“You can’t glare it into moving faster,” I deadpan.
“A girl can hope,” she quips, still staring at the changing numbers.
I hit the emergency stop button. What the hell am I doing? Too late now.
“What is your problem? You said no, and I respected your decision, so why, every time I’m around you, do you exude hostility like it’s your favorite sport?”
Her back hits the wall. I’m so close, I can feel herwarmth on my skin. I didn’t even realize I had stepped into her space.
Her nipples brush my shirt as she breathes heavily, tilting her head to glare at me. She doesn’t push me away, though.
My cock believes that’s enough of an invitation.
She must feel it.
I should step back. I really should.
I almost do. “What have I done to you?”
Her chest rises and falls in rapid movements. “You made me lose control.”
I brace both hands on the wall behind her, caging her. “You’re allowed to have fun, Roxy. You can let loose sometimes and still be the badass, formidable woman that you are.”
“So you can take advantage? What’s your agenda here, Liam?”
I sigh. “Not this again.”
She lifts her hand, her palm almost touching my chest. But instead of grabbing my lapels to give me that mouth of hers, or pushing me away, she hesitates. Fisting her hand, she lowers it again.
That brief moment of indecision stands in contrast to the glower hardening her features. Even in her wrath, she’s breathtakingly beautiful.
But that’s not what I should focus on.
“Why are you here?” Thunder demands.
“You know why I’m here.”
My vague answer finally makes her snap. She tries to push me away, but I don’t budge.
She groans in frustration, and for some idiotic reason, I find the sound arousing. My cock stirs.
What the hell am I doing again?
I push off the wall and hit the elevator button harder than necessary. Flexing my fingers, I turn my back to her, lifting my gaze.
Now it’s me who is watching the fucking floor numbers. I should have just stayed in bed this morning.
“I don’t believe for a second that you want to become a partner here. You have a comfortable position at your father’s company where they tolerate you disappearing for weeks.”
I flex my fingers harder, pumping my closed fists. She researched me—smart cookie. She should have. You need to know your adversaries.
