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“I’m glad you didn’t feel something wasoffwith us.” He smiled, and she turned to face him, gently grabbing his shirt just above his waist as she’d been doing so often recently.
“Want to know what I felt when I first saw you?” Mischief glimmered in her eyes.
“Do I ever.”
“I thought you were hot and arrogant, and I thought you were a player, which was okay, because I wasn’t looking for anything more.” She stepped closer.
“I’m not a saint,” he admitted. “But I don’t think I qualified as a full-blown player.”
She searched his face as if it held some secret message. “Past tense?”
“I’m intoyou, Summers. You are my present.” And, he hoped, his future. Though he knew better than to reveal that to her.Baby steps.
She held his gaze for a long moment and pressed her hands flat against his stomach. The heat in her eyes fought the shrewd professional trying to rise to the forefront. “We should go.”
He took her hand as they went to find Phoebe, and wondered how long it would take for his beautiful little bird to stop perching on that wire and settle in next to him, where he knew she belonged.
“I’M SORRY I’M being so picky,” Tiffany said as Phoebe’s driver drove away from the third building. Phoebe was wonderful, although very different from Gigi. Gigi seemed like more of a free spirit while Phoebe had a calm, professional demeanor that reminded Tiffany of herself. She didn’t rush or make Tiffany feel as though she was being overly picky. But Tiffany was acutely aware of the fact that Phoebe was the owner of these buildings, not a real estate agent looking to make a dime, and she didn’t want her to feel as though Tiffany was wasting her time.
“Don’t be silly,” Phoebe reassured her. “Finding the right office space is a lot like dating. Most clients look forever before finding the right space because they have no idea what they really want. It’s a pleasure to work with someone who actually knows exactly what she wants.”
Tiffany stole a glance at Dylan, sitting beside her in the back of the car, and wondered what he was thinking. Did he know he was everything she’d never allowed herself to want, and how much that unsettled her? Could he possibly know how he made her feel whole in ways she never had? She was glad he’d come with her. So much had changed last night, including her love of her phone. She’d kept it off while they were on the roof, and she’d loved their time without that distraction. She craved more of it, the same way she craved more of him.
Dylan held her hand as they entered the next building on the Upper East Side. The high-ceilinged, marble lobby was impressive without being overdone. It looked elegant and orderly, and the colorful inlay in the beautifully crafted floors gave it a streak of creativity, which spoke to her on some primal level.
Dylan squeezed her hand. “Talk about a moment of impact.”
“It’s gorgeous.” Tiffany took a few pictures with her phone. “I want to send these to Miranda.”
He shook his head. “That poor girl. I guess she’s worked with you long enough to know a vacation really means she’s still strapped to her phone.” He tugged her closer and spoke quietly enough for her ears only. “The same way I know being with you means being okay with your phone addiction. Totally worth it.”
A wave of guilt passed through her even though he’d added that she was worth it, and she made a mental note to be more aware of her phone time when they were together. That guilt was pushed aside as they made their way to the fourth floor and entered what felt like the perfect office space. She took a few more pictures and sent them off to Miranda with a note that said,Our new space! No need to reply. Enjoy your vacation. I just wanted you to see it.She showed the note to Dylan, whose smile lit up his handsome face.
“That’s my girl. I’m sure she will appreciate that.”
“As much as you will appreciate this?” She powered off her phone and slid it into his pocket, accepting his shocked expression in answer as Phoebe waved them into one of the offices.
“Hardwood floors, twelve and a half foot ceilings, two private bathrooms, air-conditioning, and a view to die for.” Phoebe waved at the window. “This space is bigger than you requested, with three offices instead of two, but at eighty-nine hundred per month, it’s not out of your price range.”
Tiffany didn’t need to look out the window to know this was the right space. She felt it in her bones, and from the smile on Dylan’s face, she wasn’t alone in her adoration.
“Phoebe, this is gorgeous, and the location is perfect. I’ll take it.”
“Like I said, when it’s right you know it. But you should take a few minutes and check out the space. Make sure each office feels right, think about your furniture layout and how you might make use of that extra office.” Phoebe patted Dylan’s arm on her way to the waiting room. “I need to make a phone call. I’m going to step into the hallway. Take your time.”
After she left, Tiffany’s mind immediately went to the gutter. With Dylan, she could think of plenty of things she could use that office for. She pictured her hands splayed against the window, Dylan nibbling on her neck as he thrust into her from behind. Dylan sitting in a leather office chair and Tiffany straddling his lap. Christening every—
“You are going to get yourself in big trouble if you keep looking at me like that.” He tugged her against him and went for her neck, kissing his way down the front of her shirt as his hands pushed beneath the silky fabric and over her breasts, bringing her nipples to painful points.
“Dylan,” she said in one long breath. “How did you know what I was thinking?” She grabbed his ass as he backed her up against the wall and took her in an insatiable kiss.
“Because Iseeyou, Summers.” He held her chin and slid his tongue over the seam of her lips. “I see all of you.”
“We can’t do this here.” They were in the back office, and they’d hear Phoebe if she came back into the suite, but even as she said it, she rubbed against his erection like a cat in heat.
“Do what?” He pushed her shirt up, tugged her bra down, and sucked her nipple into his mouth—hard.
“Ohmygod. Dylan. I’ve been on edge since last night.” It wasn’t a lie, but she’d taken things into her own hands last night and had come twice before finally falling asleep.
