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The sweater she wore had a wide, open neck that had stayed in place all day. Since arriving at the bar, the neck had shifted, falling off her shoulder, tormenting me with a view of that creamy, soft-looking skin.
My dick had been hard the moment I sat beside her. A mere tease of her velvety flesh and I was fucking aching for her.
Two weeks—that was all it had taken.
A total of fourteen days and I was already enamored.
So out of character for me, so fucking risky because she was a director at our company and someone I wasn’t supposed to want, someone I wasn’t supposed to touch, someone I wasn’t supposed to desire.
Did this make me an asshole?
The worst CEO in the world?
But shit, there was something different about this woman. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Something that just seemed so ... familiar.
Like I’d passed her on the street, and we’d shared a smile.
Like I’d sat next to her during an international flight, and we’d spoken the whole ride.
Like we’d spent an hour together in a dark, hidden alley, drawing the loudest moans and mind-blowing orgasms from each other’s bodies, our sexual desires trumping our need for conversation.
Whatever the case was, I couldn’t get her out of my head. Every thought I’d had of her during the interview—the questions,assumptions—had been solidified once she’d begun her employment and I’d gotten to know her a little more.
And each time I was around her, I noticed something new.
Like now, as I studied the gentle curve of her collarbone, how her neck dipped to that delicate spot, the skin stretching to meet her bare shoulder.
A place I wanted to kiss.
Taste.
Bite.
Inhale.
But,goddamn it, I’d told Holden I wouldn’t hook up with any of our employees.
That was a promise I didn’t want to renege on.
And going against that promise wouldn’t just disappoint Holden—it could potentially ruin things for Hooked if Drake couldn’t handle us hooking up.
I didn’t want to fuck up one of the best things that had ever happened to our company.
But still, I stared at Drake while she spoke to our head of finance, who sat on her other side. Their voices were so low, I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but Drake’s fingers circled and twirled the stem of the wineglass that the waitress had just delivered.
Even her profile was gorgeous. The peak of her plump lips, the arch of her nose, long lashes that fluttered open and closed.
There was only one other time in my life when I’d thought about a woman as much as Drake, and that had been Love.
And that was why I questioned if a hook-up with someone as spectacular as Drake would be enough.
Or if it would lead to me wanting more.
More.
A feeling that had turned to pain the moment Love was gone.
It was that unanswered question, that haunting memory, that was consuming me when Grayson said, “I need to tell you about the customer service inquiry that came in this morning.”
