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I’m not sure why I’m reacting this way. Maybe the kiss. Or maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex since before we met, which is odd because I had time last night, at drinks with my brothers and some woman who made it more than obvious she wanted me. Except I went home. Alone. My excuse was work, but truth is, that woman who has everything I like didn’t do it for me.
“I could reschedule,” Scarlett says, the soft slide of the material covering her thighs moves through me like music, “but from your face you don’t want that.”
If I continue to sit here so close to her I’m going to lose all sense of purpose. I get up and go to my desk where my phone is, and I quickly pull up my schedules for the next two weeks.
“It’s not that. I just don’t need them yet.”
“I can butter them up. Send them little things—”
“I’m not a gift shop.”
“What I mean is things that mean something to them. I’ll talk to their people and keep them chugging along, like…like someone you think you’ll want to date down the track but not now and you want to keep hanging on, for when you decide you want them.”
Surprisingly apt, but I keep that thought to myself. “Like deep freeze?”
“But more pleasant.” She grins and it lights up the room. “I’ll get on to that for you.”
My phone buzzes and it’s Magnus.
Short and to the point.
Family bullshit thing. Be there. Tomorrow. The usual.
That’s his way of saying there’s a Sinclair family event that I’ve gone and forgotten about. Sure enough, it’s there on my calendar. I text him back.
Wouldn’t dream of it, I say.
Bring your project.
My brothers are all assholes. Jesus.
It doesn’t matter. This could all be classed as a project, the thing with Scarlett, because in a way it is, I simply don’t like it being called that.
I turn back to Scarlett, who’s waiting for me, a little impatiently—not how a PA should be waiting, but I let it slide—and say, “I have a family event tomorrow. You’re coming with me.”
“It’s Thursday.”
The guy, Danny, her whatever the fuck he is, comes to mind and I give her a dark look as that thing I think might be jealousy stalks through me.
“Yes, it is.” I move up to her, a little too close, and the heat between us rises and the pulse in her throat is leaping. “Problem?”
“No. I just….” She stops, then takes a breath, her hazel eyes deepening to topaz. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Out with it, Scarlett,” I murmur, taking hold of her shoulders and drawing her closer. “We need to communicate or this won’t work.”
“Fine.” Her voice is a little shaky, and her gaze drops to my mouth for a long beat I feel in my cock, and then back up to my eyes. “Fine. You tell me we have to keep things on the down low. But I’m your assistant, your PA, and you treated me like that the other night. So is this work or a date?”
“A date.”
I didn’t mean to say that, but the words are out.
“Well, how do we do that? So people believe it’s natural. This is family—”
“I’ll show you exactly how and why they’ll believe this has progressed.”
And I kiss her. It’s seduction, pure and simple. Controlled, though it’s hard, much harder than I thought it would be to do that, something I’ve never had a problem with before, and a work of art in its bringing her crumbling down around me.
Which she does.
