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She shook her head and started to speak, but the door buzzer sounded.
He snatched out his phone and stared at the security app. “It’s Kimmy.”
“If I buzz her up, are you going to frisk her at the door?” She shot him an arch look as she click-clacked her way to the door and pressed the buzzer on the wall to admit her assistant to the building.
He clenched his jaw. He didn’t want to scare her by saying she shouldn’t have allowed Kimmy to come here at all, knowing that The Broker had eyes on her building, but they couldn’t go back now.
He continued to stare at his phone screen and watched Kimmy enter the building. The doorman spoke to her, and she paused to talk to him. A minute later, she continued on her way to the elevator.
Jace hurried to throw on his shirt, hoping leaving it untucked would help cover the bulge in his fly. The noise of Bronte’s heels was driving him nuts. They were click-clacking all over his libido.
He let Kimmy into the space. She was juggling a heavy-looking bag with files peeking out and a couple boxes.
“The doorman handed me these boxes to bring up.”
Bronte started to reach for them, but Jace cut in front of her.
“I’ll take them.”
He checked the labels on the packages. One was addressed to him. The other was for Bronte.
“Are you expecting something?” he asked her.
She shrugged. “I receive orders all the time.”
“She has a shoe addiction,” Kimmy piped up.
Both Jace and the assistant glanced down at Bronte’s feet. One look at her ankles and the pronounced line of her calf muscle had his gut lurching with need again.
“Wow, those are great heels, Bronte! Are they new?” Kimmy cocked her head to eye the footwear.
“Yes, actually, they are. But I don’tonlyreceive packages of shoes. Hemingway has a food subscription.”
Jace stepped forward. Kimmy still stood in front of the closed door, but it was bothering him that it wasn’t bolted. Anyone could bust in. His sidearm was a warm weight tucked along his spine, but the last thing he wanted was to need it.
Kimmy paused in admiring Bronte’s shoes and tipped her head back to meet Jace’s stare. “Uhh…”
He offered the woman a smile. “Excuse me. If you don’t mind, I’d like to lock up.”
She blinked and seemed to come back from whatever vacation her brain had gone on. Suddenly, she realized he needed her to step aside.
“Oh, sorry. Sure.”
He quickly worked the locks into place and grabbed both boxes, stacking one on top of the other. His had some weight to it, since he needed several outfits, as well as socks and underwear. The one Bronte received was light.
Leaving the ladies to talk business, he carried the boxes to the kitchen and set them on the table. In the other room, he heard Kimmy’s bright voice.
“You should take days off more often, Bronte. You look great—so refreshed.”
“Really?” came Bronte’s startled reply.
“Yes. You seem different. More relaxed. I haven’t seen you this way since before Angelica.”
A low groan burned in his chest. Did Bronte’s new relaxed appearance have anything to do with him eating her pussy last night—or fucking her against the shower wall?
He was too focused on those thoughts to catch Bronte’s reply. Turning his attention back to the packages, he set the one he received aside.
The other looked ordinary enough. It was too light to contain shoes or cat food, though.
