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“I had an early morning.”
We stood there, embracing until I found my courage to look up and meet his bright eyes. His warmth radiated as hot as his stare. The perfect moment teased me in all the right ways, but he held back.
I tilted my head sideways. “How often do you bring women here?”
“I already told you. You’re the first.”
“Bullshit.”
He laughed. “Why?”
“Because you’re a player. Aren’t you a player, James Silver?”
“I don’t believe so.”
My hair kept going into my face, and he brushed it away from my eyes.
“Are you playing me?” I asked.
He saw me as nothing more than another employee he wanted to sleep with. Or at least, I hoped he wanted that. Was this what I wanted? A night of deep, desperate kisses, of hot skin and hungry mouths? Of tracing forearms and palms with my fingertips?
As my body shifted against his powerful frame, a loud, ‘Yes,’ echoed in my head.
He stroked my cheek with his thumb, and my heart fluttered in my chest. My legs trembled underneath me and I wished I could freeze time.
“You’re exhilarating.” His low voice stirred the air between us.
“And you’re avoiding my question. What's so special about spending time with a nutcracker?”
He tucked his face into my hair again, inhaling deeply. He seemed to absorb me like I was the only thing keeping him alive.
“You see a nutcracker, and I see a sassy, strong, and entertaining woman. Not to mention, absolutely beautiful. You take my breath away, Laura Young.”
I liked the way my name rolled off his tongue, and I loved the way he was looking at me with intent, his bright blue eyes dark with desire. My heart pounded in my chest and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I was breathless as I waited to see if he would finally kiss me. Hooking up with James Silver was not on my Christmas wish list, but how could I say no to the fairytale he created?
He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “I have a confession to make,” he whispered.
“What is it?” I held the air in my lungs as he towered over me.
“I didn’t bring you here just to show you this place,” he said, his voice low and seductive.
“Then why am I here?”
My pulse quickened, and my hands shook slightly as I held them around his waist. Blood rushed to my face and body alike, granting me warmth at all of my extremities. My heart thumped with such vigor, there was no way he couldn’t feel it against his chest.
“I wanted to be alone with you.” Nerves were slowly creeping in, like a vine crawling up a wall, and I wasn’t sure what to do.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
“No,” I lied. “I just get in my head sometimes.”
“And what is in that head of yours?”
He swept his finger across my forehead. His deep voice oozed with dominance, working its way up my hormone ladder, Bond-style.
“It’s kind of hard to think right now,” I whispered. “With you. So close.”
“Try harder.”
