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The sound was becoming necessary for life.
A notification dinged on my computer. A reminder my workday wasn’t over yet.
Fuuuck.
I had just opened an email with a reiteration of today’s meeting from my accounts manager when there was a light knock on the door.
“Come in.” I ditched the email because the only person at the door could be Tova, and she was more important than my inbox.
She peeked in, her dark hair not in a top bun like normal but pulled back with corkscrew curls framing her face. She looked even younger, but in an old black-and-white-photo way.
“Hey, is your meeting done?” she asked softly.
“The meeting is. Now to answer a million follow-up emails.” I ran through calculations like I was Einstein, but there was no way I could step away from the office for the afternoon. Would Tova stay? I didn’t want her waiting on me.
Would Tova be offended if I fell on her like a starving beast, then went right back to my inbox? No, she deserved better. “Are you heading out? Maybe we could do something for dinner?”
We hadn’t talked about us when we discussed the kids going with Aggie. The kids had been around, and she’d been carefully and professionally neutral. I had struggled to be the same.
“I wanted a few minutes of your time,” she purred.
My dick stood at attention just as she casually swung the door open. My back hit the chair, and all the air whooshed out of my lungs. I was riveted.
She wore long, sapphire-blue gloves, and peacock feathers poked out from behind her head on one side. She was gorgeous, as always. But what she was wearing had me in a chokehold I didn’t want to be released from.
She had black velvet heels on her feet, and her long, creamy legs were bare. I stroked my gaze up her legs until I hit the juncture between her thighs, where only a scrap of fabric matching her gloves covered her. Thin straps that were nearly useless circled around each hip, and I’d die a happy man knowing if they disappeared between her ass cheeks.
I could linger there forever, but then I would miss another view of the curves of her belly, the way her waist nipped in on each side, accentuated by how she was standing, and the lacy bra that covered way too damn much for being so skimpy.
Fringe hung off the cups of the bra to tease the skin of her belly.
“Goddamn.”
She pivoted to the side, sticking her ass out. “Do you like what you see, Mr. Knight?”
I groaned, both at her formal use of my name and at the confirmation that there was nothing more to her panties than string that trailed through globes I could sink my teeth into. “I’ve been dreaming of devouring every inch of you, Miss Evanson.”
Looking pleased, she spun to the other side, the move smooth and practiced. “Your sister told me to remind you that you’re working too much.”
“I might need a few more reminders if that’s how you’re giving them.”
“I also wanted to thank you for replacing the air conditioner.”
After being in my house with central air, then returning to the flagging AC in the old farmhouse, I bought a new window unit and one for the upstairs and submitted the receipts to the landlord. I didn’t care what he fucking did with them. I wasn’t boiling at night anymore. “You should’ve said something earlier. I would’ve done it sooner.”
She sauntered toward me, one heel carefully placed in front of the other. A saucy, sensual walk. Blood evacuated my brain, and I was nothing but a lust-ridden male ready for her to release my leash by sayinggo.
“I left the dress that goes with this behind in California,” she said, stopping just two feet in front of me. Her rosewater scent closed around me. Heaven was near enough to touch, but I didn’t want to ruin the show.
And that was what this was. A private little show. Just for me. As if she dug into my brain and saw how badly I wanted to see her perform. Like she knew I was already her number one fan.
I was obsessed with her.
She tipped forward and propped her hands on the armrests of the chair. “So, you’re ahead of the game. I’m already in my underwear.”
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” I trailed my finger along the edges of the trim hanging from her bra. “But I also can’t wait to see you naked.”
A sexy pout plumped her lips up. My brain barely registered that she wasn’t wearing thick stage makeup. Nothing but lip gloss and maybe a light touch of mascara, yet she was a fucking knockout.
