shaking again. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself as she haphazardly tossed her notepad and pen into her briefcase and closed it with a click.
Her heart was pounding intensely as she turned around and quickly noticed everyone else had left and she and Trevor were the only people remaining in the room.
“Mr. Grant. How are you today?” she asked professionally, yet coolly, detesting the attraction she felt for him. Her body was getting warm all over, and even warmer in certain places.
Trevor drew his brows together at the formality in her tone; he didn’t like it one bit. He raised his gaze to the ceiling, then lowered it to the floor before it came back to hers. He leaned forward, bracing both hands on the table and neatly pinning her in.
“A warning, Corinthians. The next time you call me Mr. Grant and not Trevor, I’m going to do something about it. Something similar to what I did last night, but this time I’ll go a little further.”
Corinthians’s cheeks became heated from just imagining just how far he would go. She then berated herself for even thinking about it. He couldn’t go any further than she let him. “Don’t count on it,” she snapped.
She glared up at him. His face was so close to hers that she could inhale the masculine scent of his aftershave, and see the even lines of his shaven chin. She was tempted to reach out and touch his skin to see if it felt as warm as it looked. She knew he had to be at least in his midthirties, but there were no wrinkle lines anywhere. His features, although ruggedly handsome, still had a smooth, unmarked appearance.
He smiled. “Oh, but I am counting on it. In fact, I’m doing more than just counting on it. I’m looking forward to it, especially after spending a night like I did last night. I didn’t get much sleep for thinking about you and remembering how you felt in my arms.”
A shiver passed through Corinthians. He would be the last to know it, but she hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep, either, remembering that very same thing. “Please don’t,” she said in a soft plea.
Trevor had no intentions of granting her that request. Last night his dreams had been worse than ever. Before last night he could only imagine how she tasted. Now he knew. The real thing was even better than he’d imagined. And knowing she was bedded in the room next to his hadn’t helped matters. Before morning he had taken two cold showers.
“I can’t help it,” he said honestly, stubbornly and not too happily. He met her gaze directly. “I want you.”
Corinthians felt her insides jolt. Her warm body suddenly got hot, aroused. She became angered because once again he had echoed her own sentiments. And they were feelings she was not ready to face. “That’s tough because you can’t and you won’t have me. Ever. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get by and you’re blocking my way.”
He gave her an easy smile, one that made her knees go weak. She got an uneasy feeling he had taken her statement as a challenge. He straightened his stance. “Sorry,” he said moving aside. “I didn’t mean to detain you.”
Corinthians grew more and more tense as she headed toward the door. In her haste to depart, she looked up just in time to avoid colliding with Armond Thetas as he entered the room. He looked to be in his midfifties and considered extremely handsome for his age. He was also known to be a very wealthy man. His oil company was one of the few located in South America.
“Ms. Avery, I’m glad I was able to see you before you left. The organization committee has planned a dinner party tonight in honor of all attendees. It will be held here in one of the banquet rooms. Then tomorrow, everyone is invited to my villa located in Buzios for an overnight stay. A chartered plane will transport you there and bring you back. I have made arrangements for a chartered bus to pick everyone up from the hotel tomorrow morning. You will be returned to the
Her heart was pounding intensely as she turned around and quickly noticed everyone else had left and she and Trevor were the only people remaining in the room.
“Mr. Grant. How are you today?” she asked professionally, yet coolly, detesting the attraction she felt for him. Her body was getting warm all over, and even warmer in certain places.
Trevor drew his brows together at the formality in her tone; he didn’t like it one bit. He raised his gaze to the ceiling, then lowered it to the floor before it came back to hers. He leaned forward, bracing both hands on the table and neatly pinning her in.
“A warning, Corinthians. The next time you call me Mr. Grant and not Trevor, I’m going to do something about it. Something similar to what I did last night, but this time I’ll go a little further.”
Corinthians’s cheeks became heated from just imagining just how far he would go. She then berated herself for even thinking about it. He couldn’t go any further than she let him. “Don’t count on it,” she snapped.
She glared up at him. His face was so close to hers that she could inhale the masculine scent of his aftershave, and see the even lines of his shaven chin. She was tempted to reach out and touch his skin to see if it felt as warm as it looked. She knew he had to be at least in his midthirties, but there were no wrinkle lines anywhere. His features, although ruggedly handsome, still had a smooth, unmarked appearance.
He smiled. “Oh, but I am counting on it. In fact, I’m doing more than just counting on it. I’m looking forward to it, especially after spending a night like I did last night. I didn’t get much sleep for thinking about you and remembering how you felt in my arms.”
A shiver passed through Corinthians. He would be the last to know it, but she hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep, either, remembering that very same thing. “Please don’t,” she said in a soft plea.
Trevor had no intentions of granting her that request. Last night his dreams had been worse than ever. Before last night he could only imagine how she tasted. Now he knew. The real thing was even better than he’d imagined. And knowing she was bedded in the room next to his hadn’t helped matters. Before morning he had taken two cold showers.
“I can’t help it,” he said honestly, stubbornly and not too happily. He met her gaze directly. “I want you.”
Corinthians felt her insides jolt. Her warm body suddenly got hot, aroused. She became angered because once again he had echoed her own sentiments. And they were feelings she was not ready to face. “That’s tough because you can’t and you won’t have me. Ever. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get by and you’re blocking my way.”
He gave her an easy smile, one that made her knees go weak. She got an uneasy feeling he had taken her statement as a challenge. He straightened his stance. “Sorry,” he said moving aside. “I didn’t mean to detain you.”
Corinthians grew more and more tense as she headed toward the door. In her haste to depart, she looked up just in time to avoid colliding with Armond Thetas as he entered the room. He looked to be in his midfifties and considered extremely handsome for his age. He was also known to be a very wealthy man. His oil company was one of the few located in South America.
“Ms. Avery, I’m glad I was able to see you before you left. The organization committee has planned a dinner party tonight in honor of all attendees. It will be held here in one of the banquet rooms. Then tomorrow, everyone is invited to my villa located in Buzios for an overnight stay. A chartered plane will transport you there and bring you back. I have made arrangements for a chartered bus to pick everyone up from the hotel tomorrow morning. You will be returned to the
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