Page 6 of His Runaway Valentine

“No,” the angel mutters, forcing me back to the present. Her voice is sultry enough to have my dick throbbing in my pants. “I’m sorry I lied, but this was the only way I could get you to see me.”

“You work for Nora?"

“Uhm, yeah, but that’s not why I am here. You see, Nora is my best friend, and she helped me when I was in a tough situation. I don’t know…well, I have no idea how much of her life you know about but…”

“I’m well aware of Nora’s recent troubles,” I interrupt. “If not for my intervention, she’d have a lot more than a broken heart right now.”

She bites her lower lip and looks up, but doesn’t say anything.

I suck in a sharp breath when her eyes meet mine. They are warm and seductive. I find myself suddenly wanting to give her whatever she asks of me.

Do anything, if it gets her to keep looking at me.

“What?” I ask, my voice husky and unfamiliar to my ears.

“Right. Well, I think this Anti-Valentine’s thing she is planning will help her heal. It’s the happiest I’ve seen her in a long time, even before the breakup.”

I watch her watch me and question whether or not she realizes the effect she has on me.

Is that why Nora sent her?

“The coffee shop,” I start, trying and failing to push my needs to the back of my brain, so I can have a rational conversation, “is a business. It’s a bad idea to involve personal feelings in business, Miss…”

“Willow Shepherds, but you can just call me Willow,” she hurries to say. “And I know that you are a businessman; you prefer numbers to sentimental words, so I brought the numbers to you.”

I don’t say a word as she opens her bag and takes out a stack of papers. As she leans over to put them down in front of me, I catch a sweet cherry scent. I don’t know if it’s lotion, perfume, or bodywash, but whatever it is, it’s intoxicating.

“What’s this?” I ask, briefly glancing at the stack of papers before looking up at her.

“Well, it’s everything. I spent all evening working on it. There are all the estimated profits, the feedback we’ve gotten from people, and everything that you need to convince you to approve the Anti-Valentine’s Day idea.”

I watch her lips move, but I find it hard to follow what she’s saying. It’s so hard to concentrate on her words, when all I can think of is how close to me she is. This close, I can see the curve of her breasts, the way they move as she gestures with her hands.

Willow is drop-dead gorgeous with an elegance about her that draws me in.

“Mr. Preston?”

I push away the lust-induced daze and lift my eyes to find her watching me.

She’s mine.

The sudden thought surprises me, but the idea solidifies in my head when our eyes connect. There is something about herthat screams innocence, that begs me to claim her right here and now in my office.

“So, what do you think?” she asks.

I want you. Something tells me she’s not ready to hear my thoughts out loud just yet, at least not on this particular subject.

“You are wrong, Willow,” I say, getting up from my chair and stalking around the table to her side.

“W-wrong about what?” There is a tremor in her voice, and her eyes widen as I close the distance between us.

“About your customers. Typically, I would ask for numbers, but I have been in this business long enough to know that what Nora is planning will not work.”

I step right in front of her, and she sucks in a sharp breath, backing into the desk. Her hands fall on the papers and send them flying to the floor, but neither of us pays attention to them.

I want her.

My body pulses with a need unlike anything I have ever felt before. I want to reach out and trace my fingers over her freckled nose, but I restrain myself.

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