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As his eyes drifted of their own accord to her truly sensational cushiony lips he found himself wondering if this woman was in a relationship, or if her attitude to sex was morecasual, like his own.
There was something in her eyes, the suggestion of a vulnerability, that made him doubt it, though presumably Marco would know. If so, it was included in the information he had redacted so as not to bias Zac’s judgment.
Rose was aware that Zac Adamos was a tall man with a lean, long-limbed body, an impressive physique that was frequently discussed in the many articles written about him. She’d always found it amusing that a piece on the financial markets had included the height—six feet four and a half—of the man whose opinion could influence these volatile monetary institutions—if he’d been a woman his age would have been added.
Only he wasn’t!
As he unfurled himself from the chair, his every movement screaming graceful, restrained power, Rose felt her heart rate thicken to a dull thud, nerve endings across her skin tingled and the pull between her legs sent her into a shocked state of denial.
She hadn’t taken a seat. She continued staring at him with an animal-in-the-headlights golden gaze. He found himself staring back, wondering as heat licked down his body how the pure amber of her eyes would look glazed with passion, half closed. And it took effort to get the question out of his head, not soon enough to spare him some discomfort—he was rock-hard...
Theos! Are you a man or a teenager?
Instead of walking towards her, he edged his behind onto the desk and, stretching his long legs out in front of him, waited—in part because he was aroused but mostly because people, in his experience, felt a need to fill a silence. Silence could access more information than a volley of questions.
This instance proved no exception. Words fell from her lips, lots of words but not necessarily in the right order. She had an attractive low, husky voice that had a soft, skin-tingling timbre.
‘I...I’m sorry for w-wasting your time. I think there’s been a mistake. I think you probably want someone else...’
‘No. I want you.’ It was an indulgent play on words but he could not resist it. Not the time for games, his internal voice suggested, and, judging by the expression on her face, definitely not the sort of game she played.
Rose drew a deep breath and bit her lip, unable to hide her discomfort, but at least she didn’t drop her gaze, comforting herself in the knowledge that he had no idea of the shameful direction of her thoughts after her wayward brain’s wilful misreading of his innocent statement...
Could words from a mouth like his be innocent?
‘So, tell me, do you enjoy your work?’
He’d asked her here to check if she liked her work...? Was this some sort of box-ticking HR exercise—they chose some random employee and asked them if they were happy?
‘I l-love it.’
Her voice, even rushed, was pleasant to listen to, the huskiness emphasised by the stuttering snags that he found attractive.
‘You love working with children all day?’
She nodded, wondering from his tone if maybe he didn’t like children. It was certainly hard to imagine him with grubby finger-marks on his pristine pale grey suit or his tie askew...from chubby toddler hands anyhow, she mused, seeing long fingers and beautifully manicured red nails removing his clothes. It was an image that made it hard to focus on his response.
‘So you have no ambitions to change your job?’
He saw alarm flare in her eyes and waited for her response, distracting himself by staring at her cushiony mouth, which was another thing he had not factored into this particular equation.
It would be a betrayal to follow up—a good enough reason to exert some self-control. Friendship was a more valuable and rarer commodity than lust, even a lust that was as visceral as this, he reminded himself as his eyes drifted back to her mouth. It was a temptation that his libido escaping its leash reacted to.
He had to rein it in.
Marco would never forgive him.
The reminder was a mental version of a cold shower, helpful but not a cure.
Forget the cure, all he needed was sleep. The reason for his lack of control afforded Zac some level of comfort, but sleep deprivation was not an excuse that Marco would accept. The Crown Prince’s protective instincts for his wife would almost certainly extend to her twin.
‘I have been reading your file.’
Rose’s eyes widened. She had a file?
‘It is impressive.’ And very slim, though someone whose notes sounded pompous mentioned little ambition to progress and poor leadership qualities. ‘Miss Hill, are you all right with me calling you Rose?’
It would seem she didn’t rate a full smile, but the lopsided half version was quite something even though the calculated charm did not warm his eyes. It clearly hadn’t crossed his mind that she’d say no.
