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My loss.
I had no last name, and no number. But I did know where he lived, if I dared.
Grace’s knock interrupted my reverie.
“They’re here. I put them in the boardroom, if you’re ready.”
“How many?” I asked, gathering my papers and notepad.
“Just two. Martin Fullbright, their finance guy——he was in the previous meetings——and another I haven’t met yet.”
That was a disappointment. I hoped we weren’t dealing with a lackey who had to call back to the mothership for permission to take a leak.
“Okay, let's do this.” I took a cleansing breath, put on my game face, and turned the handle to open the door.
Just another meeting.
“Gentlemen, welcome to Tiffany's…" I froze mid-doorway.
I blinked, hoping that doing so would erase what I saw in front of me, but it didn’t.
He had a face you wouldn’t forget, whether you saw it on the street or over you in the bedroom.
Liam.
The man who’d made me come a thousand times last night. The man with the dangerous cock that had almost split me in two. The man with the devilish tongue and wicked fingers——and those eyes.
Grace urged me forward with a hand at my back.
Liam's smile broadened as he scanned me and offered his hand. “Liam Quigley. Miss?”
And that voice.
“Amy, Amy Hudson,” I squeaked out. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Quigley.”
His hand was warm, and his shake firm. “The pleasure is all mine,” he said.
The same baritone that had entranced me last night reverberated in my bones. His eyes fell briefly to my chest before returning to my face with a raised eyebrow and what could have been a wink.
I felt like the goat being picked from the herd to be cooked for the feast. How was I going to do this without thinking he was visualizing me naked every minute of the meeting? He’d seem me completely nude last night, and with the lights on, no less. On my back with my legs spread, on my stomach with my ass in the air, bent over the couch, against the window——I couldn’t count the ways.
I willed my face to maintain a calm, businesslike smile. Unsuccessfully.
Liam reluctantly released my hand when Grace offered hers.
“This is Grace Lloyd, our controller,” I managed.
Grace handed Liam her card as I introduced myself to his associate.
“Grace,” Liam said, accepting her card. He flashed the signature smile. “I believe that comes from the Latin word forcharm. What a lovely name. I like it.”
Grace broke out her biggest grin.
He had used virtually the same line on me last night, the jerk.
“We were expecting Sam Tiffany as well. Will he be joining us?” Liam asked.
His coworker, Martin, furrowed his brow, but didn’t correct him. Obviously you didn’t correct the boss.
