Wait, he’s just going back to business like I’m not here hanging off him like a koala?
Vanessa brushes her hair back from her face and sits up straighter, her face a blank mask. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be able to convince my boss to go that low.”
I’ve got to give it to her, she seems to have gathered her wits about her quickly enough.
Rowan dips his fingers behind the waistband of my jeans and pulls me a few inches closer.
Oh.The seam of my jeans digs right against my clit, and the unexpected sparks of pleasure make me bite down a gasp.
“I thought you said that kind of thing is up to your discretion,” Rowan rumbles behind me.
“Did I?” Vanessa purses her lips. “I misspoke. If you can get your orders up by about fifty percent next month, we might consider it.”
He clicks his tongue. “I doubt we’ll have that much demand in a holiday month.”
Uh, crap. Did I just cost him this negotiation?
Sweat breaks out over my back. Is he going to be mad at me?
“That’s too bad,” Vanessa says flatly.
“I understand,” Rowan says, a hint of regret in his tone. “Then I think that’s all for today, right?”
“I believe so.” She gets up to her feet.
I try to get off Rowan’s thigh, thinking he will want to see her out, but his grip on my waistband only tightens. I have to bite down on my lip not to moan from the pressure on my clit.
“Thanks for coming by. And for bringing lunch.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
“Do you mind closing the door on your way out?”
Vanessa’s cheeks turn red. “Of course.”
The moment the door shuts, I become acutely aware that I’m sweating like…everywhere.
Rowan turns my face toward him with a finger on my chin. “Hello.”
“Hi.”
His gaze flickers with amusement. Or maybe irritation?
God, I can’t tell.
“You’re on my lap.”
“Correct.”
“What happened to no PDA?”
I fold my lips over my teeth. How do I explain my momentary insanity? “Well, you see, it’s important to keep our ultimate goals in mind.”
“Which are?”
“To paint a portrait of you as a reformed playboy. A man slayed by a woman.” I clear my throat. “By me.”
He moves some strands of hair off my forehead, tucking them behind my ear. “Right.” His gaze drops to my lips.
