The second thing I notice is that Vanessa’s fancy coat is slung over the back of her chair, and beneath is a sexy silky blouse that shows off her ample cleavage.
The simmering jealousy heats to a boil.
Rowan glances at the clock on the wall. “I don’t usually drink coffee after noon.”
Starting today, he does.
I walk over to him, a tense smile on my lips. “Is it already that late?”
Whatever he detects in my expression makes his eyes flash. “I guess it’s only ten minutes after.”
“And who’s this?” Vanessa asks.
My hip brushes against Rowan’s arm as I place the cup of coffee on the desk in front of him.
Jesus. You can literally see her lacy black bra peeking through the gap in her blouse.
What can only be described as some primal, animal instinct takes over my mind and body. I know I’m not thinking straight, but I can’t help it as everything in me demands I stake a claim.
Rowan taps his fingers against the desk. “This is Blake Wolfe. She’s helping us out today.”
“A new employee?”
“No, she’s…” His words drift off into a stunned silence as I sink lower and perch myself on one of the arm rests of his chair.
“His girlfriend.” My smile feels like it’s carved into my face.
Vanessa’s eyes flare with shock.
I glance at Rowan to find him already staring at me.
His lips quirk.
“I see.” Vanessa looks like she’s swallowed something foul. “Have you…been dating for long?”
“A few weeks.” It’s amazing how easily the lie comes to me. Is Rowan going to correct me? Technically, it’s only been a few days.
Shit, I’m sliding off the arm rest. Why don’t my jeans have any grip? Oh God, I’m going to—
Rowan wraps his big hands securely around my waist and tugs me down onto his lap.
His.Lap.
“We live together,” he says calmly, as if our current position is completely normal.
Vanessa looks devastated. “Oh, wow. Sounds like a whirlwind.”
“When you know, you know,” Rowan says.
My thighs clench. Oh God. He’s playing along a bit too well. But I started it, so I have to keep it going.
I wrap an arm around his shoulders—or at least I try. I can’t quite reach the other side of his stupidly broad frame. My gaze lands on Vanessa’s half-open shirt, and I just can’t hold it back. “Cute bra, by the way.”
Her cheeks redden. She clears her throat and quickly does up a few more buttons.
I lean into Rowan and smile at her again.
Rowan slips his fingers under my T-shirt and caresses the sensitive skin just above the waistband of my jeans. A pleasant shiver coasts up my spine. “I know we’re almost out of time, Vanessa. So back to that discount.”
