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It was a small gesture.
But I kind of fucking liked it.
“Okay, I’ll play,” she said finally, the confidence in her answer making it hard for me to not just sweep her up right there. Screw lunch. I wrapped my hand around her neck and pulled her mouth to meet mine, the kiss slow and sweet as fucking hell, a soft hum of appreciation leaving her mouth before she finally pulled back, taking a step and putting a little space between us. She plucked the box off my desk, and I saw that playful sparkle in her eyes.
The same one I’d seen before she dragged me out on the dance floor that first night.
The same one I saw sitting at the table in The Kings Line when she told me about her business aspirations.
She was excited, and I fucking loved seeing her that way.
“I’ll just go to the bathroom, then we can go,” she announced loudly, practically skipping out the door.
I was already hard.
It was going to take a lot of work to get through lunch with my dick like a steel rod, but I couldn’t wait to see if I could make her moan without even touching her.
“Mr. Shaw?” Lindsey appeared in the doorway with her brow furrowed. “I know you have plans to head out for lunch, but Greg Barlowe is here with a couple of men, and he said he’s got to head back to Boston early and wondered if you could take the meeting with him now?”
Well, fuck.
Before I could even think of an answer, Greg and another two guys who looked about his age all wandered in, Lindsey quickly scampering out of the way.
She looked at me, her eyebrows raised, questioning what I wanted to do, but I quickly shook my head. “We’re good, thanks, Lindsey.”
A little flustered, she backed out.
“Drake,” Greg crowed, walking over and shaking my hand. “Sorry to intrude on you like this, but I wanted to introduce you to a couple of friends of mine before I had to fly out this afternoon. Unfortunately, Elton has fucked something else up back home, and I need get back there and attempt to fix it.”
“Told you we should’ve put that hit out on him before he married Tina.” Another guy with dark hair and glasses stepped up just as Greg stepped to the side. “Paul Senior,” he announced with a short, sharp shake.
The third man was bald and much taller and broader than the other two men. “Carter Brooks. Nice to meet you. Greg raves about your plans and your eye for detail.”
“Thanks for coming in. Please, take a seat,” I offered, indicating to the couple of sofas sitting in the center of my office, my desk right at the rear in front of a large window looking out over the street—the Vegas skyline far in the distance. “Let me just pull some plans for some upcoming projects we’re either looking at or in the process of signing contracts for.”
I hurried back to my desk and yanked open the drawer of folders, pulling out one after another.
“Okay, I think I’m read… oh, sorry!” Cassie stood in the doorway, gripping the frame, her eyes wide.
“Cassie,” Greg welcomed, getting to his feet and walking over to where she stood in shock. He gave her a warm hug before looking over at me. “Are we interrupting?”
I caught Cassie’s eye, both of us shaking our heads. “No,” I insisted, waving her over to me. “We were going to have lunch—”
She edged toward me cautiously, her cheeks were ablaze, but I was pretty sure I was the only one who noticed. “But I don’t mind waiting until you’re done.”
“No,” Greg protested, pulling the office door closed. “We’d love to have you here, it’s always nice to have different perspectives on things. And one day in the future, I want to hear all about this flower shop you mentioned at the party last weekend, my wife loves flowers.”
Both other men agreed, introducing themselves with smiles, handshakes, and words about how they’d heard great things before she made her way around to where I was standing behind my desk while the men fell into a natural conversation between themselves.
I placed the pile of files onto my desk, pausing when I noticed my phone still open with the app on it for Cassie’s and my new toy. The screen said DEVICE DETECTED with a button underneath, CONNECT?
“Drake…” she whispered under her breath, grabbing hold of my arm while her eyes flicked between my phone and me.
Maybe trying to warn me.
But where was the fucking fun in that?
I pushed connect.
