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Dorian may not have been able to see the mischievous grin on my face, but he undoubtedly heard the teasing tone of my voice.
“Oh, my apologies. I must have the wrong number. I’ll hang up now.”
“No!” I shouted, thrusting my hand out in the air as if it could actually stop him from hanging up. I knew he was joking, but that didn’t temper my nerves any.
His deep laugh sent tendrils of warmth to my core. “You were doing so well for a moment there. You nearly had me.”
“And you me,” I replied. “I heard you’d checked back in. What brings you back to our little one-horse town?” Before he could answer – or I could make a bigger fool of myself with another cliché – I added, “And is there something I can get for you?”
I didn’t want him to think I was reading something into the call that wasn't there. I figured it was best to put a professional foot forward, in light of the fact that we hadn’t spoken since that day in the airplane. I told myself that he was just being friendly. Just like anyone else would be.
“I’m in the penthouse,” he replied. “Can you come up?”
I noticed he chose not to answer either of my questions.
I glanced over at my emails. All but one had been answered. It would only take me another few minutes to reply to it, but my feet were already itching to get out the door. I needed to see him. Technically, my shift ended shortly, but knowing that I was getting the VP position, I needed to show flexibility.
“I can head up now,” I said.
“Good. See you soon.”
It only took a few minutes to shut things down in my office and send off a text to Tiffany asking if she could watch Mikala a little longer. I was already in the elevator when I got her response, and while it should have given me one less thing to worry about, all it did was make me call into question whether or not I was doing this for work...or for me.
Then I was knocking on the door to the hotel’s one penthouse suite.
But as soon as he appeared in the doorway, all my worries and insecurities fell away like a well-worn coat. Even though I'd memorized his face, I felt like I was seeing him again for the first time. I hadn’t, however, forgotten the way his smile made me feel like my insides were composed of lava.
He opened the door wordlessly and gestured for me to come inside. I did, trying to steady my breathing when all my lungs wanted to do was hyperventilate and not stop until I passed out.
I turned to him as he closed the door, mouth open to ask why he wanted to meet me. But I didn’t get the chance. The second the door closed, Dorian had me in his arms. He tugged me tightly against his chest and slammed his mouth down on mine, until I was surrounded by his heat and scent. I didn’t just lean into him, I melted. My body sought out his, molding to it, my breasts flattened against his muscular chest. His tongue coaxed my lips open, and when they did, he claimed my mouth with the sort of urgency that left me breathless.
I was dizzy from lust and a lack of oxygen, but I could still think.
Somewhat.
I knew I should pull away. I knew that giving in to Dorian and the demands of my body wasn’t what I’d come up there to do. Not consciously, anyway. I'd come here to talk to him professionally, see what it was he wanted. But all that fell away as he slid his hand between my legs, pushing my skirt up with it. I shuddered at his touch, moaning as he bit my bottom lip.
Fuck it.
To hell with professional.
