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As it happened his Skype meet with Ethan was done and as the clock ticked toward six he was on another call. There was a quiet tap at the door, it opened and Naomi entered the room.
Lucas waved her in and pointed at the phone.
He'd wind it up as soon as he could but Charles, the man at the other end of the line, was a buyer he couldn't afford to ignore. Nevertheless, his attention drifted from their conversation as Naomi crossed the room.
The sight of her approaching reminded him of when they first met, except so much had happened in between. She sashayed across the room — curvy, sophisticated and beautiful. His pleasure at seeing her quickly turned carnal. His cock hardened and his mind filled with possessive urges. Physical memories fuelled the need to be joined with her again. It was like a state of extreme perfection, a drug only she could supply. It struck him then that only four days had gone by and yet he felt more attuned to her than he'd ever felt attuned to another human being.
He hadn't heard the last couple of things Charles had said to him. "Charles, can I ask you to hold a moment?"
"Sure."
Lucas put his finger over the microphone and nodded at a chair. "Take a seat."
"Am I interrupting?"
"It wouldn't matter if you were. I'm glad you're here"
"You know how to make a girl feel special."
"I do my best."
Lucas tried to control his more primal urges. He held her gaze, staring blatantly at her. "I'll wind this up as quickly as I can."
When she sat down, she crossed her legs high on the thigh. He hardened immediately. The dress she wore was simple but elegant, with a low scooped neckline and a hemline
that finished above the knee. Sexy, but business like. Interesting choice. Then there were the glossy shoes and stockings she had on.
They screamed sexy at him.
"Sorry, Charles, where were we?"
As soon as he put the phone down she stood up and strolled closer, pausing alongside the table he was working at.
Lust urged him to act, to reach out and capture her in his arms, but he refused to be a slave to his lust, not when he knew he could relish and discover her for so much longer than his libido demanded. So he stayed in his seat and observed her silently.
She leaned up against the edge of the dining table he was using as a desk, a slight smile lifting her mouth. What is she thinking? he wondered.
"Did you have a good day?" he asked.
"It was…interesting." Her eyelids fluttered down but her mouth moved in a secret smile. "You made quite an impression on Megan."
"Well, if she barges in on naked men, what can she expect to find?"
Her soft laugh pleased him. Deeply. How could something so simple bring so much pleasure? "Girl chat, I take it?"
"She deserved an explanation." She looked at him as if she were thinking about something that had been said.
"Would I have liked what I heard, had I been listening?"
"Mostly." Secret thoughts were whirring behind those beautiful eyes.
He wanted to see inside her mind. She fascinated him. The fact her thoughts weren't totally in the moment made him hanker for more of her. What was it? Total control, perhaps. And yet it also drew his admiration, her independence, and he recognized a reflection of himself in her ambitious, eager nature. He recalled their first meeting, how keen she'd been to demonstrate her fabric choices with a crazy stunt on his jogging machine. How many people would risk doing something like that?
"I had an interesting phone call about an hour ago," she added.
Lucas absorbed every nuance, every rhythm of her body as she shifted position. "Yes?"
"Regarding my appointment with Georgio Melandros, as you probably know."
