“Wow.” My voice is dry as I scoop up all my
materials and head for the door. “I mean, really…wow.”
“What?” Ryder snaps, right on my heels.
“Remind me to bring a tape measurer to the next
meeting,” I call out as I exit the conference room.
“I don’t need one with that little prick. Emphasis
on the little.”
My feet stumble at the temper sharpening his tone.
“That man was perfectly polite.”
He’s practically on top of me, mouth grazing my ear,
when he says, “There’s no part of you that man didn’t just eye fuck. Since when
do you flirt with clients?”
No, the better question is, since when do I get off
on my boss battling the green-eyed monster? And devolving into a brutish
caveman?
“Who says I was?” I cleverly respond. I drop the
stacks of folders in my arms onto my desk with a defiant thud. “Besides,
if I have to bat my eyelashes a few times in order to score a huge account like
this, what’s the harm?”
I’m bluffing, but I maintain my poker face. He’s
right, I never flirt with clients. If I land a new account, I want to know it’s
because the client is impressed by the reputation and quality of service TCG is
known for. Not because they want to get in my pencil skirt.
Before I can register what’s happening, Ryder has me
by the elbow and is dragging me through the office at a brisk, albeit forceful,
pace. He stands close enough that my co-workers can’t see anything
inappropriate taking place. And the bastard knows I’m not the type to cause a
scene.
He pushes through the double doors and punches the
button at the elevator bank. When the doors slide open, he shoves me inside.
Then we’re enclosed in the cramped space with nothing but our own panting for
company. Eyes pinning me in place, he slams his fist onto the emergency stop
button, halting the car’s descent.
“You’ve got to be kidding me right now.”
“You are not going to flirt with some schmuck just
to get his business,” he seethes. “I’ll fire you before I let that shit
happen.”
I huff, hands on my hips. “You won’t fire me. No one
can deal with your intolerable ass better than I can.”
His eyes narrow in challenge. “Try me. Take off your
clothes in front of a client again and see what fucking happens.”
“Stop acting like I just stood up on that table and
gave them a striptease. I took off my damn jacket. Big deal.”
This car gets a lot more claustrophobic when he
launches himself across it and cages me against the elevator wall. His hips
mount me to it, his arms trap me in on both sides. His lips are white around
the edges from pinching them shut so tightly.
“To Baldwin, you might as well have been shaking
your ass for singles,” Ryder growls. “Hell, to any man. The mere act of
exposing this goddamn top was sexual. It was a deliberate move to provoke me,
duchess, and you fucking know it.”
It’s ludicrous how my blood spikes with adrenaline.
Nothing has been getting me hotter lately than Ryder being unapologetically
direct. And a bit of an asshole. “And why would I want to provoke you?”
His nose nuzzles my jaw. “Good question. Why,
indeed? Is it because you like getting a rise out of me?” He gives a sharp
thrust of his hips, stealing my breath when I feel his rock-hard erection
against my center. “Or because you want to feel something rise?”
Houston, all systems are go. We have
launch.
And it’s fricking glorious.
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