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“It’s just for a couple of hours. I mean, if you’re free.”
“Why me, Liam? You have a team full of people who already know this project inside out.” There’s the courage I was looking for. I’m not sure what I wanted him to say. I wanted some kind of validation. Some kind of reply that would set me apart from all those people. I wanted him to say he wanted me there and no one else.
“You’re my project manager. Remember? The green energy expert.”
“Oh, right.” I felt the blow to my ego hitting me straight in the gut. My chest deflated from all the hope it had gathered before he replied.
“At least until you hand in your resignation, that is. Before then, you’re stuck with me.” I couldn’t help the flutters that flooded my gut. The imagery was too real and still too fresh to forget. “So, are you free, Miss Harden?”
The way he said my name hid a sinful promise of depravity, and just like that, my resolve crumbled.
“Y…yes, I’m free,” I stuttered, as if overcome by a transe. “What time should I meet you at AD?”
“They’re running security drills at AD tonight. No one outside of security staff is allowed in. We’ll be meeting at my place.” I gulped, swallowing the lump in my throat at the thought of going to his house.
Snap out of it. It’s a team project. I’m sure there will be other people there.
Besides, how could I refuse without implying he had a hidden agenda and embarrassing myself completely? Still, I felt like I was walking straight into a trap, and somehow I couldn’t find it in me to care even if it was.
The silence over the phone was deafening, contrasting with my loud thoughts. I hadn't realized I had yet to say a word after that little bomb of information. My hesitation, though? It spoke volumes as the silence grew.
“Jamie, it’s just work. I made you a promise and I intend to keep it.” The promise about not touching me. The one I so badly wanted him to break. “Send me your location and I’ll get Carl to pick you up in ten minutes.” His voice was final and commanding, leaving no room for discussion.
“I might need more than ten minutes. I wasn’t exactly ready to leave the house.” I’d taken all my makeup off, wearing nothing but underwear and an old oversized t-shirt. Not to mention my skin was buzzing with the heat of that glass of wine I had. I wasn’t drunk. Just light-headed, but it had only just begun.
This was a bad idea. I shouldn’t be walking into the lion’s den in the first place. Nevermind doing it with a foggy mind and a loose mouth. What the hell was I thinking?
“Just throw on something comfortable. This might take some time. See you in a few minutes.” Without giving me time to change my mind, Liam hung up and dread started filling my lungs as I realized what I had just agreed to.
I ran to my room, putting on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. I combed my hair into a messy bun and put on light makeup. There I was, trying extra hard again.
Ten minutes flew by, and soon enough, Carl was ringing my doorbell.
As soon as I was settled in the car, my hands started sweating as the reality of where I was headed hit me like a ton of bricks.
The drive was my only opportunity to ease my racing heart and get a grip, so I took what I had and silently talked myself off of the ledge. There was no way I could explain being this nervous to Liam without a white lie that would hardly be believable or telling him the embarrassing truth.
It was work. Nothing else.
“Miss Harden?” Carl called from the front seat, “We’re here.” I was so lost in thought I hadn’t realized the car had stopped. “Mr. Dornier will buzz you up. Just press for 1052. The penthouse is on the tenth.” Of course it is.
“Thank you, Carl.”
The door to the luscious building was already open when I got to it. Without hesitating, I went in and made my way to the elevator. As I stepped into the confined space, I couldn't help but shiver. Elevators always made me nervous, and this one was no exception. Finally, the doors opened on the 10th floor, and I let out a heavy exhale, trying to calm down. I searched for apartment number 1052 and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
I wasn't prepared for what I was about to see. No amount of mantra repeating on the way over could ever ready me for this.
Liam answered the door wearing only a pair of black sweatpants, with no shirt on.
No. Shirt! And holy sweet hardness, was he really an Adonis!
My eyes widened, and I felt my mouth slowly drop as I stared at this blessedly beautiful creature. He was like the perfected art piece of all the old Renaissance artists put together in one. A sculpted piece of ass that made me forget to breathe. Jesus fucking Christ!
Liam was absolutely gorgeous in every way.
My eyes burned from the sight of that defined V of muscles that ended in Sin City. Damn, they were begging to be scouted by my tongue, the wet path of saliva tracing a trail to see exactly where they ended. I knew my Hail Marys by heart, I could handle a little transgression.
The big bulge under his sweatpants left little to the imagination, my tongue darting across my lips at the sight. Big was exactly the right word to apply. Big cock and big trouble. Again, I wasn’t a prude, but this was the first time I had craved having one in my mouth.
