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“Good. Thank you.”
He leaned back in his chair, watching me. “You had a great game out there.”
“Thanks.”
He gestured to the chair opposite his desk. “Aren’t you going to sit down?”
I hesitated for a moment. It was dangerous being alone for too long in a room with him. His charming smile made me lose all sense of reasoning.
I slipped into the chair. “What about the contract?”
He pressed his lips together. “This isn’t working for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“You running around that pitch in those shorts, looking like that.”
Confusion pulled at my brow. “I don’t understand.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s distracting. I can’t do my job.”
What? I expected him to shoot me a wry smile, but his expression was one of pained tolerance. He wasn’t joking? My heart pounded. “I don’t see how that’s my fault.”
He sat still, looking at me intently. “Well, it’s not my fault.”
Silence fell between us. My breath quickened under his intense gaze.
He leaned back, sizing me up. “Come to my place tonight. I’m cooking you dinner.”
“You cook?”
“I cook.”
“You’re full of surprises.”
A slight smirk curved his full, sensual lips. “You have no idea.”
This was too much. I couldn’t get involved with him, no matter how wildly my heart hammered. Besides, I was deceiving him. He’d already given me the best orgasm of my life, and he didn’t even know. How could I get into anything with him knowing that I had a secret like that?
“No. If you want to discuss work, then we can discuss it now.”
“It’s not work. It’s dinner. I need to get you out of my system, Forster. Spend the night with me. One night. We both need it. Then we can both get on and do our jobs.”
He spoke in a casual tone, as if he was asking to borrow a pen, not arranging sex. Christ. The arrogance. I couldn’t stop my incredulous snort. “Who said I need that?”
“Don’t you?”
Yes. Of course I did. I drew a breath. He’d never looked hotter. Or smugger. He knew I wanted him. When had anyone not? But not just for one night. I folded my arms across my chest. “We said we were going to keep things professional. I don’t think ‘getting me out of your system’ qualifies as professional.”
“I want you.”
“You got me.” I threw my arms up. “I’m on your team.”
“And now I want you in my bed. One night, Forster. That’s all,” he said matter-of-factly.
My face heated at his bluntness. “You don’t always get what you want.”
He stared back at me levelly. “My driver will come for you at 8 p.m.”
