to.
He hauled a hand through his hair and shook his head. Sure, he’d needed to get Lexi the hell out of his office, and out of his life, but damn, did he have to act like such a dickhead in the process? Why didn’t he just politely refer her to Matt, who usually dealt with charities and donations anyway?
Because, he admitted to himself, Lexi Tanner scared the crap out of him.
If he’d thought spending a night with her could cure his eternal hard-on, he’d been sadly mistaken. Sleeping with the woman had the exact opposite effect. Instead of getting her out of his system, she plagued him. He spent every available second consumed by thoughts of her. Not just images of her naked—although those did take up a substantial amount of time ¾ images of her fully dressed, drinking coffee, eating dinner, having a bath, working, shopping, swimming, sleeping, waking, walking, standing blah, blah, blah.
Worst of all, he imagined her sitting with her feet curled under her legs on the lounger on the balcony of his holiday home, talking. To him. Because Lexi made him want to do that. To sit cozily in his house and just spend time with her.
AJ did not take the time to get to know the women he had sex with. If one pleased him, he saw her again. If she didn’t, he didn’t. Simple. End of story. Lexi didn’t just please him. She fascinated him. Inspired him. Sent his thoughts skittering to the proverbial family home with the white picket fence and the two-point-five children.
That’s why he’d sent her the hell away. He wasn’t interested in any of it. Least of all the white picket fence and two-point-five children.
For fuck sake, Riley. Why’d ya have to go and be such a jerk?
Because she knew who I was. She knew all along.
Bullshit. She didn’t have a clue.
‘Course she did. Soon as Genevieve told me about the appointment when I got back, I put it all together. She set the whole thing up. Realized we were at the same hotel and thought she’d give me a little early incentive, so to speak .
Rubbish, she’s not the type.
Sure she is. She recognized me in the lobby.
She recognized you in your office. Didn’t you get a look at her face?
She’s a good actress.
She was blown away.
She set me up.
Keep telling yourself that. I’m sure it helps.
It does.
Good.
It really does.
I’m happy for you.
I feel way better.
I’m sure she does too.
Ah, crap .
AJ jumped up and took off for the lift. Maybe he could catch her before she left. “Lexi,” he yelled as he tore past Genevieve’s desk.
“What on…” The door slammed behind him, cutting off the rest of his secretary’s stunned question.
“Lexi, wait.” He reached the elevators in time to see the doors closing. “Damn it, Lexi, wait.” Shoving his hand through the microscopic gap, he prayed to God it didn’t get mashed to a bloody pulp. As the doors touched his skin, he let rip with a steady stream of uninhibited cursing.
Much to his relief, the doors slid open again in the nick of time, leaving his hand very much intact. He marched into the lift and found her eyeing him cautiously. She eased the pressure off the door open button and hit G .
He hit door open . Christ, she was beautiful. Even though loathing radiated from her in waves, she took his breath away. He wanted to touch her again. Needed to touch her. So he attacked instead.
“Spell it out, Lexi,” he demanded as a nasty pounding began above his right eye. “What kind of game are you playing?”
“I don’t play games, Mr. Riley,” she told him through clenched teeth. “I outgrew that kind of behavior a long time ago.” She hit G .
He held down door open . “Then what exactly are you doing here?” Shit, he better not be getting a migraine.
“You know what I’m doing here. I came to approach Riley Corporation for a donation. Now I’ve changed
He hauled a hand through his hair and shook his head. Sure, he’d needed to get Lexi the hell out of his office, and out of his life, but damn, did he have to act like such a dickhead in the process? Why didn’t he just politely refer her to Matt, who usually dealt with charities and donations anyway?
Because, he admitted to himself, Lexi Tanner scared the crap out of him.
If he’d thought spending a night with her could cure his eternal hard-on, he’d been sadly mistaken. Sleeping with the woman had the exact opposite effect. Instead of getting her out of his system, she plagued him. He spent every available second consumed by thoughts of her. Not just images of her naked—although those did take up a substantial amount of time ¾ images of her fully dressed, drinking coffee, eating dinner, having a bath, working, shopping, swimming, sleeping, waking, walking, standing blah, blah, blah.
Worst of all, he imagined her sitting with her feet curled under her legs on the lounger on the balcony of his holiday home, talking. To him. Because Lexi made him want to do that. To sit cozily in his house and just spend time with her.
AJ did not take the time to get to know the women he had sex with. If one pleased him, he saw her again. If she didn’t, he didn’t. Simple. End of story. Lexi didn’t just please him. She fascinated him. Inspired him. Sent his thoughts skittering to the proverbial family home with the white picket fence and the two-point-five children.
That’s why he’d sent her the hell away. He wasn’t interested in any of it. Least of all the white picket fence and two-point-five children.
For fuck sake, Riley. Why’d ya have to go and be such a jerk?
Because she knew who I was. She knew all along.
Bullshit. She didn’t have a clue.
‘Course she did. Soon as Genevieve told me about the appointment when I got back, I put it all together. She set the whole thing up. Realized we were at the same hotel and thought she’d give me a little early incentive, so to speak .
Rubbish, she’s not the type.
Sure she is. She recognized me in the lobby.
She recognized you in your office. Didn’t you get a look at her face?
She’s a good actress.
She was blown away.
She set me up.
Keep telling yourself that. I’m sure it helps.
It does.
Good.
It really does.
I’m happy for you.
I feel way better.
I’m sure she does too.
Ah, crap .
AJ jumped up and took off for the lift. Maybe he could catch her before she left. “Lexi,” he yelled as he tore past Genevieve’s desk.
“What on…” The door slammed behind him, cutting off the rest of his secretary’s stunned question.
“Lexi, wait.” He reached the elevators in time to see the doors closing. “Damn it, Lexi, wait.” Shoving his hand through the microscopic gap, he prayed to God it didn’t get mashed to a bloody pulp. As the doors touched his skin, he let rip with a steady stream of uninhibited cursing.
Much to his relief, the doors slid open again in the nick of time, leaving his hand very much intact. He marched into the lift and found her eyeing him cautiously. She eased the pressure off the door open button and hit G .
He hit door open . Christ, she was beautiful. Even though loathing radiated from her in waves, she took his breath away. He wanted to touch her again. Needed to touch her. So he attacked instead.
“Spell it out, Lexi,” he demanded as a nasty pounding began above his right eye. “What kind of game are you playing?”
“I don’t play games, Mr. Riley,” she told him through clenched teeth. “I outgrew that kind of behavior a long time ago.” She hit G .
He held down door open . “Then what exactly are you doing here?” Shit, he better not be getting a migraine.
“You know what I’m doing here. I came to approach Riley Corporation for a donation. Now I’ve changed
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