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The hulking beast with bulging muscles looming in the corridor extended a huge paw at my approach, and I shook it automatically. The genuinely sweet smile that grazed his soft lips didn’t justify the intimidation I felt at the sight of him, but dear God, he was massive.
“Mr. Sinclair, hi, I’m Kat McGowan.”
“It’s lovely to meet you, Miss McGowan.”
Holy Mother of God.His voice was so deep and silky, I felt it caress my insides.
“K-Kat,” I said weakly before getting a grip on myself. “I think we’ll be okay Dex,” I dismissed my boss, who hatedeven the briefest of meetings more than direct sunlight on his precious bookshelves. I received a thankful wink.
The Tigris raised his hand at the retreating Gargoyle, then focused his beautiful striped face back on me. I felt dazzled by his bright white canines and gorgeous amber eyes.
Once I’d gotten over his sheer size, I started to notice more things about him. He had a slim golden hoop piercing in his left ear, and one in his right nipple. I could see the outline of it through the tight white tank top he was wearing.
So hot.
And his smile? It was the kind that made me want to grin back like an idiot. I should have been about ten years too old to have an instant crush on someone, especially on my client. But should and would had never met Roy Sinclair.
“Please call me Roy, then,” the beautiful beast purred in the most innocent, yet alluring way possible. “I daresay we’ll be working closely together. I’d prefer that.”
“Of course,” I breathed back.
“Listen, Kat, would you mind if we took this meeting to the café across the street? I don’t know about you, but I got up way too early today. I could do with a coffee.” He rubbed his neck in embarrassment and gave me an adorable lopsided grin.
God yes, tiger boy, we can take this meeting anywhere you like. My desk? The ladies bathroom? I’ll even allow you to tear my panties if you keep looking at me like that.
“Sure, just let me get my laptop.” Rounding my desk, I quickly packed my HagBook into my black smart leather bag. Looking up from under my lashes, I saw Roy watching me with a polite expression on his face.
“Shall we?” he asked, reaching for my coat that hung on a hook next to the door and holding it up for me. I brushed my hair out of the way and slipped my arms into the sleeves. Roy carefully slid the jacket up, released it, and waited for me to grab my bag from the desk. He was a perfect gentleman, something I wasn’t used to at all, but a part of me relished in being treated like that.
I led the way to the lift where we ran into an exhausted Mason who clutched an extra large takeaway cup with I guessed at least five extra shots of espresso like a lifeline.
“Morning,” he muttered before his eyes fell on Roy. Straightening up, he hitched his leather bag higher up his shoulder and forced a slightly more alert expression on his face. Suppressing a snort, I decided to introduce the men.
“Good morning. Roy, this is Mason Grant. Mason will do most of the graphic design for us. Mace, meet Roy Sinclair, CEO of APEX Predator Clothing.”
“Nice to meet you, Mason.” The Tigris, who had a couple of inches in height on my colleague, extended a large paw and they shook hands.
“And you. Are you headed to the Hut?”
“You know me.” Winking at him I pressed the button to call the lift back up for us.
“See you later, Kat. Roy.”
A slight chill hung in the air when we left the building through the glass doors, and snuggled deeper into my jacket.
“It’s a bit nippy today, isn’t it?”
“It is,” he agreed, speeding up a little so he could get to the door before me. “Damn, it’s hot in here though,” he huffed when he’d entered the Hut after me.
The temperature rose by another fifty degrees when he flung his zippered jacket over the back of a chair, and I was close to having to fan myself.
He had me take a seat while he got drinks for us, and I watched him queue, trying not to stare too obviously at his back.
The contrast of his black stripes on the plushy orange fur was intriguing, and my eyes hung on impossibly broad shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist, then flared out to a chunky ass, partly hidden by his sleek tail, and thick thighs. I dragged my gaze down his body, feeling in equal parts horribly unprofessional and turned on.
I’d never imagined pulling any client’s skimpy shirt up over their head to inspect their nipple piercing closely with the tip of my tongue. I wanted to hold on to his bulging lats while he—
Forcing myself to look somewhere else, I inspected my nails until Roy had swiped his card and collected our drinks—a vanilla latte for me, an Americano for himself. Unbidden, my eyes fell on the spot right next to a little logoof their company where the little metal bar pressed against the soft ribbed fabric of his tank top.
