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I’ve had glimpses of it throughout our time together. A comment here, a perceptive remark there. Even how she handled herself in front of my jerk father. Campbell isn’t one to sit back and let things happen. She saw potential in Alice and snapped her up. She realized Stan was a dick and called him on it. And tonight, she was in full business mode, leading her marketing team while getting me up to speed on the on-point social media strategy they’ve built in the limited time they’ve been here and the suggestion for a spokesperson. Someone to direct an already established fan base Moore’s way.
My dick and I are seriously impressed.
I told myself to keep her talking business. That I could keep it professional. That I wouldn’t cross the line. I reluctantly thought of Thomas. Stan and his threats against Liz.
Normally, the echo of Stan’s voice in my head would have my Superman hard-on softer than Mike the Sphynx’s hairless ball sack. But not tonight.
It’s like Campbell King is its freaking kryptonite.
Because then she mentioned phone sex. And that was after I caught her humming “All Shook Up” again.
“Come home with me, Campbell.” The command bursts from my subconscious, damn the consequences.
She licks her lips again, and I’m so sure she’s going to say yes my dick is near vibrating in anticipation.
“I…” She blinks hard, then straightens in her seat. “No. I—I’m sorry, but I…” She clears her throat and reaches for her purse that’s hanging on the arm of her chair. “Just no.” Slowly, she stands, and I follow her up, even though it’s going to be painfully obvious how much I wanted her answer to be yes. I grab a napkin on my way up, holding it strategically so as to save face.
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” Frustrated at myself, I run my hand through my hair with my free hand. “I thought this wasn’t one-sided. I mean, ever since you burned my chest with coffee—”
“You turned around too fast!”
I laugh. “Okay, so ever since I turned around too fast and you burned my chest with coffee…”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Humph.” She’s adorable.
“I’ve felt…” My mind blanks, trying to put into words exactly how I’ve felt.
“Something,” she whispers.
I almost don’t hear it, but I do, and man does that one word fill me with exactly that—something. Something powerful that I can’t quite name. Need? Hope?
Campbell steps back from the table, hooking her purse strap over her shoulder. “Thank you, Mr. Moore. It was a wonderful dinner, and my team and I very much enjoyed your company and insight.”
I incline my head, letting my eyes enjoy the sight of her standing, the hem of her dress swaying into place. “I’ll have your driver come around.” I drop the napkin so I can reach for my phone.
“Oh, no need, really.” She takes a few steps backward, toward the restaurant’s entrance.
I’m about to let her escape, to let tonight’s heavy flirtation and innuendo be a one-off, to not be a pushy douchebag. Until she looks down. At my dick.
In itself, looking isn’t a big deal, seeing as my dick is desperately trying to break free from my thin, cashmere-wool blend slacks. I’m sure it looks like I’m sporting a lead pipe in my pants (which I basically am). But it’s what she does when she looks. Her eyes widen, her chest swells, and her mouth parts. Her devilishly sexy tongue darts out, licking her pouty bottom lip before her front teeth bite down on it. As if she’s trying to contain herself, contain the desire coursing through her body.
The best part? She doesn’t look away. We stand for a moment, me watching her staring at my rocking hard-on.
Then this smart, sexy, stunningly beautiful woman sighs and presses her legs together, which due to the thank-the-fucking-lord short, asymmetrical dress she’s wearing, I can clearly see.
“Come home with me, Campbell,” I can’t help but repeat, hating the desperation in my voice. I’ve never, not once in my life, been desperate. But then again, I’ve never met Campbell King before.
It takes a moment. A delicious moment where she isn’t able to drag her gaze from my dick. But then her eyes are on mine, and what she sees there she must like, at least as much as what’s in my pants, because she says one word. One word that is about to change everything.
“Yes.”
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BELL
This is foolish. So foolish.
But even as I repeat that to myself over and over again, I still place my hand in the one Chase offers me, leading us out of the restaurant. I still let him steer me into the elevator and allow his arms to cage me against the wall as it descends.
