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I dipped my fingers deeply, not knowing how to retort, and her eyes rolled back into her head. I could feel her clenching around me and I knew that she was close, so I smirked, kept going until she was nearly incoherent, breathing hard and mumbling, her thighs trembling.
Then I yanked my hand out of her pants and she focused on me.
I popped my index and middle fingers into my mouth, sucking slowly as she watched, and then turned around and headed for the door.
“Roarke?” she called, but I just opened the door and shut it behind me, striding back to my office.
MAGDA
What the hell wasthat?
Roarke had edged me so close toward an orgasm just to stop right before I came, and in the middle of my office, no less. Who does that?
Roarke Brentwood, apparently. I was still shivering when I sat down behind my desk. Of course, I was all hot and flustered now without any chance of release. When there was a knock on my door, I called immediately.
“Come in,” I said almost excitedly, just knowing it was Roarke, but I should have known better. He would have tried the doorknob first.
“Magda?” It was Mark Windham, holding a truly enormous bouquet of roses. “I wanted to, uh, bring you something.”
He blushed and smiled. Ugh. He reallywashandsome, but I just wasn’t attracted to him in that way. Not in the way I was attracted to Roarke.
Anyway, there was no point in going from one office romance to another. I was already having enough trouble with the one I had.
“Thank you, Mark,” I said, plastering on a polite smile. “That’s very kind of you.”
He sat the vase of flowers on my desk and I could barely see around it. God, this was awkward. How do you tell someone that you’ll never be interested in them without being a bitch?
“I know what you said last night but I thought maybe we could try again,” he said, still blushing slightly and not meeting my eyes. “I’d really like a do-over.”
I peeked around the flowers. “I don’t think so, Mark,” I said gently. “I just have a lot of work going on right now...”
“I understand,” he said easily. “No worries.”
“You can take back the flowers,” I offered. “Maybe send them to someone more deserving.”
Mark frowned. “Absolutely not. You still deserve them.” He smiled at me.
The door was still open, and as I watched, Roarke walked past my office and then past the other way, quickly. I guessed he could just be getting some coffee or some water, but he had a French press in his office and a mini-fridge.
What was he doing?
I was barely listening to Mark, who was going on and on about some restaurant he’s been dying to take me to.
“I need to meet with Roarke, uh, Mr. Brentwood,” I said suddenly. “I need to go over some things on the Martinez case.”
“Oh yeah? How’s that been going?” Mark asked, still wanting to talk to me.
Lord, he was persistent.
I walked past Mark out into the hallway and he followed me. Roarke’s door was open and I wanted to get in there and ask him what the hell was going on. He was acting weirder than normal, and I wanted to find out why.
I suspected it had something to do with last night. That had been different from us hooking up at a hotel or the office. That had been so...intimate.
Part of me was hoping that he understood that I had feelings for him, that maybe he’d decided not to get back together with Grace, but it seemed stupid to hope. Besides, I couldn’t just keep sleeping with a partner of Brentwood and Webster. That wouldn’t go over well at all.
“Excuse me,” I muttered to Mark, but he followed me halfway down the hallway until I walked into Roarke’s office and shut the door.
As usual, there was paperwork everywhere. God knew how this man kept up with all of his files. It was crazy to me, as a very organized person.
