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After a few minutes of making out, I pulled back an inch and grunted, “I trust you, baby. I just wanted to spend a little more time with you. But if you want me to go, I will.”
She smiled dreamily and melted into me. “I’d like it if you stayed,” she said, her tone breathy and sexy as hell. “But I think I might need you to show me one more time.”
I grinned and slammed my mouth down once more. My mind kept probing at me, reminding me that we were in public, at one of my places of business, but my brain sputtered from blood loss since it had all rushed down to my groin.
My hands left the wall, and I cupped Samantha’s shoulders before gliding down to palm her lush, perky tits. I was seconds away from tearing her blouse down the center when we were interrupted by a feminine gasp and a male guffaw.
I quickly shifted my hands to span Samantha’s tiny waist before twisting my head to the side to see who had intruded on my time with my woman.
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” sputtered Cheryl, the forewoman on this project. “I–uh–” Her gaze slid over, trying to see around me, but I blocked Samantha from their view.
“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” the man with her commented, trying, rather unsuccessfully, to stop chuckling.
“I’ll meet you both in the office in a minute,” I growled, dismissing them.
“Okay,” Cheryl said in a weird tone before biting her lip and gazing at the ground for a second before looking up at me through her lashes.
We’d met a few times before and she’d “hinted” that she was single and would love to go on a date. Subtlety was not her strong suit, and she failed miserably at the demure look she was going for. I had years of practice keeping my poker face, not just from playing with my friends, but it served me well when wheeling and dealing in business. So I kept the disdain I was feeling out of my expression and tone when I again ordered them to wait for me in the office.
Cheryl’s attempt at a pout made her look constipated, and I didn’t like the flash of irritation in her eyes when she looked over my shoulder once again. I scowled darkly, and she finally skittered out of my sight.
I turned around, ready to apologize for making Samantha look unprofessional, but she had her hands over her mouth, and her blue orbs danced with merriment.
She giggled again and dropped her hands to my chest. “I feel like I just got caught under the bleachers with Tommy McGuiness.”
The upward curve of my lips melted into a frown, and I curled my fingers in tight, barely feeling the pinch from my blunt nails digging into my flesh. “Who the fuck is Tommy McGuiness?” I asked in a low, deadly tone.
Samantha looked at me as if I’d sprouted two heads. “He was the most popular boy at Fenton High School.”
“You were caught under the bleachers with him?” I growled. I would hunt the motherfucker down and kick his ass until he forgot every memory of my girl.
“Oh, gosh no,” she muttered, her nose wrinkling in disdain. “He was the biggest manwhore in town. Even if I’d been popular enough to catch his eye, I wasn’t interested in his brand of smarm and the STDs I’m quite sure he shared freely.”
Samantha’s expression of disgust was almost comical, and now that I knew I didn’t have to go after the son of a bitch, my smile returned, and I chuckled.
“How you can be adorable and sexy as fuck is a mystery,” I remarked as I retrieved my glasses and put them back on.
Samantha’s cheeks heated, but her lips curled up and her eyes twinkled.
“Come on,” I urged, putting my hand at the small of her back and guiding her toward the office. “Let's get this over with. Then I’m taking the rest of the day off.”
The duo waited for us, and while I remained stonily silent, Samantha put a beautiful smile on her face and held out her hand to the inspector.
6
SAMANTHA
James on the site of a big project was a far cry from the guy who’d made me breakfast in nothing but a pair of low-hanging pajama pants this morning. He was sexy no matter what, but something about his commanding presence when he got all growly over being interrupted made him even hotter. I had a feeling that very few people got to see his soft side, and I was honored to be one of them. And I sure as heck loved being the recipient of his kisses.
But I couldn’t let my attraction to James distract me from why I was in Chicago. Forcing my brain to focus on the business at hand, I introduced myself to the inspector. “Hello, I’m Samantha Heath, with Heath Construction.”
He glanced at James before quickly shaking my hand. “Nice to meet you.”
I turned my attention to the forewoman with a smile of greeting. “And you must be Cheryl. It’s good to finally meet you in person after speaking on the phone so often. We’ve somehow missed each other the few times you’ve been up to the main office.”
“I am.” She barely touched my hand before dropping her arm and muttering, “Let’s get started so we don’t fall behind schedule.”
I wasn’t sure what I’d done to irritate her, but she’d always been friendly when we spoke on the phone previously. Hoping she was just having a bad day or was nervous about the inspection since this was only her third project where she’d taken the lead for my brother, I pasted a smile on my face and nodded. “I’m ready.”
