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What the hell is wrong with her? Why does she insist on challenging me so much?
I step forward, and she takes a few steps back until her lower back crashes into my desk. I rest one hand on my desk, then the other, until I’m caging her in. I glare at her, but she averts her gaze. She’s looking at everything in the room other than me.
“Mia, look at me,” I command. When she doesn’t, I gently cup her chin in my hand and direct her face toward mine. What’s stopping me from kissing her right now?
This is not good.
“Carter, my rule applies to you, too,” she says, but her words don’t match her actions.
She sweeps her eyes from my lips, then back to my eyes. Her chest rises, her lips longing for mine just as much as I crave hers. I can feel myself getting hard. There’s no way I can stop now unless Mia insists we do. But she hasn’t yet, a sure sign I should go for it.
“I don’t believe that’s what you really want,” I growl.
“What do you think I want?” she breathes. There she goes again, challenging me.
I inch closer to her until my crotch is against her skirt. When she feels my erection, she releases a soft moan.
She wants me just as bad.I knew it.
I start to bring my lips closer to hers when a rapt knock at the door forces me to rise and step as far away from Mia as I can.
“Mr. Cogswell?” Amber’s cheerful—and annoyingly oblivious—voice says before her head pops in from the doorway. “Your meeting with Hugh Merriweather is starting.”
I’m way too hot and bothered to go into a meeting right now. “Tell them I’ll be late,” I say, setting my hands on my hips. Thank god my erection left the moment the door opened.
Amber nods, sensing my irritation. “I’ll let him know.” She disappears behind the door and closes it.
“Just go to your meeting, Carter,” Mia says. She walks away from my desk and crosses over to the conference table.
“That meeting isn’t anything important,” I say, following her. “I want to finish our conversation.”
She huffs. “Conversation? What we did back there was hardly a conversation.”
I catch onto her forearm to stop her from leaving. “You can’t tell me you don’t want me, Mia.”
“You can give me back my laptop when you finish the presentation,” she says, ignoring me. “I’ll be at my desk.”
“Which country do you want?” I ask.
“I don’t care—”
“Tellme.”
She peers down at my hand on her arm, but she doesn’t shake it off her. “Monaco. It’s classic and has Old Hollywood charm, but it’s not used so much anymore. At least not in romantic comedies.” Our eyes meet. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” I ask, begging for an excuse to continue what we started.
“You know how,” she says, finally releasing my light grip on her. “You’re my boss. Let’s keep things professional to avoid any trouble.”
She walks out, leaving me standing in my office alone. She has no idea, but I’m already in trouble. I need to have her, and despite how terribly aware I am that so much could go wrong, I don’t think anything is capable of stopping me.
Chapter 13
Mia
Areyoualmostdonerunning errands?Carter texts.
I sigh, but not even all the sighs in the world can free me from the feelings that stir within me anytime I interact with him.
