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Marriage vows. You’re not trying to change the contract on me, are you? Turn this into a fake fiancée situation.
He smiles. Leans a little closer to me. His cologne swirls around me and makes it hard to concentrate on the phone,
Would you say yes?
Fluttering pulse.
Stop it.
Flushing cheeks.
For the love of… stop it.
Shyness.
Stupid, stupid shyness.
I deflect, which is cowardly, but necessary.
Isn’t it time for our interview?
Before that, we need to discuss one more thing.
What?I type back.
Is it okay if I touch you?
My gaze shoots to Sullivan who is studying me with a throat-clenching intensity. He pulls in his bottom lip in a move that’s both boyishly charming and unwittingly sexy.
I gulp when he inches closer. The way he’s looking at me, he might as well be touching me already. My body trembles in anticipation of whatever contact he wants to make.
This odd chemistry is raging out of control. I shouldn’t risk getting physical.
Sullivan arches an eyebrow in a silentwell?
Where would you like to touch me?
A feral glint enters his eyes. It’s so heavy, so thick, so seductive that I have to turn away. But Sullivan places two fingers on my chin and guides my head back to look at him, obliterating my half-baked coping strategy.
He’s close enough that I can lipread.
“There,” he says.
I feel the heat in his gaze and try to control myself, but my breathing goes erratic when he drops his hand to my waist and jerks me into him.
“There.”
The hardness of his body is shockingly intimate. His fingers are firm on my hip, marking me through the vinyl to my skin.
This proximity is nothing unfamiliar. I’ve been up close and personal, posing against strangers with far less clothes on.
And yet, I feel like a depraved mess, like someone about to be ravished.
It doesn’t help that Sullivan looks ten times hotter with his face almost on top of mine. His dumb tweed jacket fits him way too well and his hands, well, they justhadto be long and elegant and beautiful.
Why does a man have such big, beautiful hands?
He lowers his forehead to mine and the puff of breath that hits my lips feels like a kiss. Those chocolate eyes are almost glowing, an earthy brown swallowed up by black pupils.
