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“Are you planning to brush the stain off?” Connor raises a single brow at me.
He’s amused, but there’s no hiding the desire, the lust, the wanting, written all over his face. I’m surprised he’s not trying to hide it.
I find myself unable to look away.
A man standing several feet behind him lets out a quiet snort. My eyes dart to the man, and I’m suddenly embarrassed.
Connor smirks wider, and my shame turns to anger.
Does he think he can intimidate me with his size and money?
Wrong girl, buddy.
“No, of course not.” I take a step away, and his hands begin to release my wrists, but not before they tighten for a moment. My body flares at the dominance.
God, I bet he’s an incredible lover.
Too bad I’ll never get to find out.
Connor watches me intently, and when I run my tongue over my lips—unintentionally, I might add—his eyes narrow darkly. I simply blink back. He tips his head an inch, curious why I’m not intimidated.
Keep wondering, Mr. Barrett. You won’t guess.
However, Iamimpacted by his powerful height and size and the chemistry flowing between us. I want his hands back on me. I also want to run. Not from fear, but from the enormous amount of desire running through my body. It has the power to overwhelm me.
None of which matters because, despite this moment between us, I am Mia, the events coordinator, and Connor is a powerful billionaire desired by millions of women around the world.
I shake off my attraction—fail—and take in the golden stain on the front of his white shirt.
Damn, it’s bad.
My job is important to me, and Donna is inside the conference, waiting for me to bring our VIP speaker—Connor Barrett—through to go on stage.
Like, now.
There might only be two weeks of my freedom left—or more—but I don’t want to lose my job.
I bite my lip.
How the hell am I going to fix this?
We have contingencies for a lot of things, but destroying the guest speaker’s designer tux is not one of them.
“I—”
Donna pushes through the door behind me, interrupting us.
“Mia, what...Oh, Mr. Barrett.” She clears her throat. Then she glances at me in question.
Fuck.
“There’s been an accident,” I say, stating the obvious. My hands clench in front, and I hate how they give away my nerves.
Connor’s eyes move from my hands and over to Donna, taking in the dynamics between us. He thinks I’m concerned about losing my job, and he’s right, even though it’s incredibly unlikely. His eyes drift across my face and meet mine.
I can barely breathe.
The ball is in his court, and he knows it. He needs to react. Is Connor going to go all prima donna on us, or brush it off?
