his throat, Sam caught her gaze and held it. “I wondered if you wanted to get together with me…”
Heat rolled through Nicky’s body at the invitation dancing in his eyes.
“…for dinner.”
She blinked. Dinner. The part of her brain that hadn’t shut down screeched in panic.
Sam ignored the phone ringing in his pocket. “Yes or no? You can tell me where you’re up to with the investigation.”
With the briefest of hesitations, she said, “Yes. But no food.”
Pulling the phone out of his jacket, he glanced at the caller display. “It’s not considered dinner without food.”
“No food, just a meeting.” Why did the man have to be so thick? Food led to conversation. Conversation that didn’t involve spreadsheets, corruption and missing paperwork. It led to a lot of other things. A lot of other things could get her into serious trouble. And she wasn’t getting into any trouble with Sam.
He stared straight at her, answering his phone with a grim voice. “I’m on my way, Trevor.”
His glance slid down Nicky’s body, stopping at the hem of her dress. Her toes curled, anchoring her feet to the ground as her body leaned toward his.
Clicking the phone shut, he took a step backward. Straight into a pile of invoices. A frown crossed his face as he sorted through the paper.
“It’s okay. I can do it.” Moving across the room, Nicky stepped over more paper on the floor.
Sam’s gaze locked on her legs. He licked his lips, and a wave of heat spiraled through her body. “Where are your shoes?”
Staring down at her pink painted toe nails, Nicky cursed every last inch of her heels, tucked away under her desk. “I took my shoes off when the amount of paper on the floor outnumbered the space left for walking.”
Sam stepped away. “Well…Okay then. Dinner without food it is. I’ll pick you up at six-thirty from your place.”
He disappeared into the corridor before Nicky had a chance to ask him where they were going. She tried to work out what had just happened. Had Sam asked her out on a date? Her hands shook as she sorted more paper. No. He wasn’t interested in her. He couldn’t be interested in her. He’d invited her to a business meeting, that’s all.
“Here’s the last set of invoices from the kitchen company.” Amanda stood in front of her, leaving more paper in a box just inside the office. “Are you alright? You look a bit flushed.”
Nicky pressed her hands to her cheeks. She could have lit a fire with the heat radiating from her face. “I’m fine. I guess I’m not used to the heat wave we’re having.”
“Use the air conditioner. It’s the only way we survive when the temperature gets this high. I’m going home in twenty minutes, so let me know if there’s anything else you need.”
“Thanks, Amanda. You’ve been a great help.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, Nicky stared at the last of the invoices and regretted agreeing to meet her boss for a foodless dinner.
“You’re cooking?” Nicky stared at the steaming wok sitting in the middle of the stove, with two loaves of garlic bread cooling on the counter.
“Why not?” Sam asked.
“This isn’t supposed to be a food dinner. It’s supposed to be a business meeting.” Her gaze locked on the dinner table. There were flowers and candles. Oh man. The jeans and baggy sweater hanging in her closet would have been a safer bet than the sea blue dress she’d grabbed at the last minute. After thirty minutes of trying on clothes and soundly rejecting all of them, this had been the one dress that didn’t scream ‘I’m on a date’.
The crossover bodice wasn’t too revealing, and the full skirt fell halfway to the floor. It had looked just right in her bathroom mirror for a business meeting, but it wasn’t right for dinner in Sam’s apartment. Full body armor with metal studs would have been a safer bet.
Except if he was into kinky sex; then she would have been in even bigger
Heat rolled through Nicky’s body at the invitation dancing in his eyes.
“…for dinner.”
She blinked. Dinner. The part of her brain that hadn’t shut down screeched in panic.
Sam ignored the phone ringing in his pocket. “Yes or no? You can tell me where you’re up to with the investigation.”
With the briefest of hesitations, she said, “Yes. But no food.”
Pulling the phone out of his jacket, he glanced at the caller display. “It’s not considered dinner without food.”
“No food, just a meeting.” Why did the man have to be so thick? Food led to conversation. Conversation that didn’t involve spreadsheets, corruption and missing paperwork. It led to a lot of other things. A lot of other things could get her into serious trouble. And she wasn’t getting into any trouble with Sam.
He stared straight at her, answering his phone with a grim voice. “I’m on my way, Trevor.”
His glance slid down Nicky’s body, stopping at the hem of her dress. Her toes curled, anchoring her feet to the ground as her body leaned toward his.
Clicking the phone shut, he took a step backward. Straight into a pile of invoices. A frown crossed his face as he sorted through the paper.
“It’s okay. I can do it.” Moving across the room, Nicky stepped over more paper on the floor.
Sam’s gaze locked on her legs. He licked his lips, and a wave of heat spiraled through her body. “Where are your shoes?”
Staring down at her pink painted toe nails, Nicky cursed every last inch of her heels, tucked away under her desk. “I took my shoes off when the amount of paper on the floor outnumbered the space left for walking.”
Sam stepped away. “Well…Okay then. Dinner without food it is. I’ll pick you up at six-thirty from your place.”
He disappeared into the corridor before Nicky had a chance to ask him where they were going. She tried to work out what had just happened. Had Sam asked her out on a date? Her hands shook as she sorted more paper. No. He wasn’t interested in her. He couldn’t be interested in her. He’d invited her to a business meeting, that’s all.
“Here’s the last set of invoices from the kitchen company.” Amanda stood in front of her, leaving more paper in a box just inside the office. “Are you alright? You look a bit flushed.”
Nicky pressed her hands to her cheeks. She could have lit a fire with the heat radiating from her face. “I’m fine. I guess I’m not used to the heat wave we’re having.”
“Use the air conditioner. It’s the only way we survive when the temperature gets this high. I’m going home in twenty minutes, so let me know if there’s anything else you need.”
“Thanks, Amanda. You’ve been a great help.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, Nicky stared at the last of the invoices and regretted agreeing to meet her boss for a foodless dinner.
“You’re cooking?” Nicky stared at the steaming wok sitting in the middle of the stove, with two loaves of garlic bread cooling on the counter.
“Why not?” Sam asked.
“This isn’t supposed to be a food dinner. It’s supposed to be a business meeting.” Her gaze locked on the dinner table. There were flowers and candles. Oh man. The jeans and baggy sweater hanging in her closet would have been a safer bet than the sea blue dress she’d grabbed at the last minute. After thirty minutes of trying on clothes and soundly rejecting all of them, this had been the one dress that didn’t scream ‘I’m on a date’.
The crossover bodice wasn’t too revealing, and the full skirt fell halfway to the floor. It had looked just right in her bathroom mirror for a business meeting, but it wasn’t right for dinner in Sam’s apartment. Full body armor with metal studs would have been a safer bet.
Except if he was into kinky sex; then she would have been in even bigger
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