The door to Jordan Richmond’s office opens.
Fantastic.
Every muscle in my body forgets how to function.
He fills the doorway, jacket off now, shirtsleeves rolled to his forearms, tie loosened at his throat. The suit was bad enoughwhen it made him look like a powerful man with money, control, and excellent tailoring.
This version is worse.
This version looks like he has finished being civilized for the day.
His green-silver eyes settle on me.
“Miss Mullen.”
My name comes out formal.
Professional.
Terrifying.
I sit up too straight. “Yes?”
“My office.”
Two words, and my knees behave like they have received a formal invitation to give up.
I stand, smooth my dress, then immediately regret smoothing my dress because his gaze drops for half a second.
Only half.
I still feel it.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, which is a stupid question considering the entire day, my sister’s visit, the presidential suite, and the text message currently burned into my memory like evidence in a very sexy crime.
His expression does not change. “Come here.”
Oh.
That is worse.
That is so much worse.
I walk toward him with what I hope is dignity and what is probably the energy of a woman being escorted toward her own doom by a very attractive executioner.
He steps aside to let me in.
I pass close enough to catch the scent of him, something clean and expensive with cedar underneath it, and my thoughts immediately become less useful.
His office is quiet. The mountain view stretches bright and green behind his desk. The contracts are stacked neatly where I left them earlier, which is rude of them. Paperwork should not get to witness this.
Jordan closes the door.
The click is soft.
My pulse is not.
I turn around too quickly. “So, I thought about it, and practicing can mean a lot of things. We could practice our story first. That seems smart. Very practical. We need details, right? When we started dating, how it happened, why I never mentioned you to anyone, why you never mentioned me, why my sister will probably need medical attention when she realizes you’re serious about the presidential suite.”
