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Oh shit, can’t take that back.
He grimaces, clearly confused, maybe even a little angry. “Why are you disgusted?”
“It’s my own fault. I didn’t ask this morning if anything had happened between you and Rachel. Foolish me believed you’re a nice guy. That you were actually into me, well just me anyway. Unfortunately, I heard about you and Rachel having sex after you had already stolen my underwear.”
Grayson glares at me. Oh, yes, he’s definitely pissed.
Pushing through my doorway, Grayson enters and closes the door behind him. “Emma.” He stalks toward me, quickly eliminating the space between us. I back up until my ass hits the couch. Grayson lifts me, sets me on the back of the couch, enters between my spread legs and gets close enough I can smell his sinful cologne. “I don’t give a fuck about Rachel and I didn’t fuck her either. I don’t know how much clearer to make it. You’re the only woman I want to stick my dick in.”
My jaw drops and I stare at Grayson as a mixture of emotions tumbles around in my belly. “You didn’t sleep with Rachel?”
“I wouldn’t touch her with my eight-inch pole, but it didn’t stop her from trying. Yes, this morning she made advances. Advances that I could easily fire her for, but I’m not looking to make her jobless just because she was interested in a romp in the sack. I made it clear it wouldn’t be happening. I have no doubt she got pissed off when you walked in with a rose and came back out with a satisfied grin. She took a low blow at you, and you fell for it.”
“You really have an eight-inch pole?”
The corner of his mouth curves. “Emma, is that all you heard?”
A playful giggle escapes me. “No, but it sure did stand out among all the words you just said.”
“Now you’re thinking about how much you want to see it, aren’t you?”
Nibbling on my lip, I glance down at his zipper, then back to his face. “I am.”
Grayson grabs my ass and tugs me against him. “Too damn bad. I’m going home.”
“What? Why?”
He drops my legs and I stand. He’s backed away and I already miss the contact of his warm body.
“You should’ve come and talked to me, Princess, and not believed the rumor.”
“Grayson, I’m sorry.”
“When you’re ready to trust me, I’ll show you how appreciative I can be.”
Without another word, he walks out of my apartment.
Chapter Six
Emma
Walking into my office the next morning, I find a white rose is laying on my keyboard. I smile and add it to the one already in the vase on my desk. Today there’s something with the rose. I pick up the tickets and read them—theater tickets to a romance show, Dirty Dancing. At first, I wonder how he knew I’d be interested, but then again, I’m a romance agent. I love all things romance. Placing the tickets in my purse, I stroll over to his office.
The windows are white, but the door is cracked open. I peek in and see him sitting in a sharp, navy-blue suit that accents his stunning blue-green eyes, focused on the computer screen.
“Is it okay if I come in?”
A charming smile parts his lips. “Yes, come in.”
I close the door behind me and walk to his desk. “I got the tickets and the rose. I happily accept your invitation.”
Grayson leans back in his chair, looks over my silver blouse, red skirt, and black heels. “Come here.”
With a few steps, I’m standing in front of him and his chair.
“Sit in my lap, Emma.”
“What if someone walks in?”
