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I’m trying to focus on the excel sheet she’s showing me on the iPad in my hands, but her hair has fallen over her shoulder and mine as well as she leans down next to me on the flight.
“I figure I’ll have everything sorted in the next few weeks once I talk with their accounts payable department which I already have on the calendar.”
Her perfume smells spicy and erotic, and it’s doing things to me. She goes to stand up but stumbles with a bump of turbulence, falling forward so that her top half is across me, her hands shooting forward to land on the armrest.
I reach out my hand to steady her; it falls half on her waist, half on the top of her ass and I freeze. She looks over her shoulder at me while bent across my lap with my hand so close to being able to reach down and grab a handful of her perky little ass or better yet, pull my hand back and spank her.
“Don’t even think about it.” Her voice is husky; instantly, my cock is begging for attention at the recognition of lust in her eyes.
I don’t remove my hand; instead, I curl the tips of my fingers against her.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Miss Spencer.”
Tension hangs between us for several more seconds before I move to help her right herself. She settles back into the seat opposite me, neither of us mentioning the moment again as we descend into Las Vegas and make our way to the hotel to check in.
I don’t give myself time to think about the fact that our rooms are right next to each other. We both quickly freshen up, then make our way downstairs to head over to Pierce Investments.
“Mr. Archer, Miss Spencer, pleasure to see you again.” Jack extends his hand to us both as we take our seats in the conference room.
We spend the next half hour talking about business before he walks us around the office, introducing us to a few key people, pencil dick Chad noticeably absent.
“Oh, Chad apologizes he couldn’t make it; something came up and he had to take his wife somewhere,” Bryan says.
“His wife?” I mutter, remembering the way he so vulgarly spoke to Brontë at our first meeting.
The tour and dinner go far better than our last meeting. I enjoy sitting back and watching Brontë demand respect with the way she carries herself and presents her questions and concerns to the other executives at the table.
By the time we’ve finished and head outside, it’s just after ten p.m.
“Want to grab a drink?” I ask as we duck into our ride.
“Yes, please,” she says, half-exasperated. “Our hotel has some pretty nice-looking bars.”
“Perfect.”
A few moments later we’re lifting our glasses to toast to the successful trip.
“To you,” I say and she smiles. “Your intellect and intuition are remarkable; don’t ever doubt yourself if you do decide to pursue a career in finance.” I wink at her and a slight blush creeps across her cheeks as we clink glasses.
“So, enough work talk,” she says, turning on her barstool toward me, her bare legs crossed one over the other. “I have a question for you.”
“Oh boy.” I laugh as she gets a wicked little grin on her face.
“You always ask me about my dating life; what about yours?”
“What about it?”
“Are you seeing anyone?”
I shake my head no, then I take a long drink of my whiskey.
“Not seeing anyone, no. How’s it going for you? Any luck since the three amigos the other week?”
“Who was your last relationship?” she asks, ignoring my question.
I spin the tumbler around with my hand as I think about it. I’ve had a few mutual arrangements lately, none that would have been considered a relationship.
“Probably Venus Davenport.” I see her brow furrow in confusion like she’s never heard the name before. “The socialite. Dark hair, looks like?—”
