inches apart.
"Perhaps we should be discussing that, Ms. Winston," he whispered against my hair.
He made some valid points, but the only thing sticking in my mind at the moment was the bit about me being the woman of his dreams and the feel of his hot breath on my neck.
"I-I--" I stammered and then stopped, took a deep breath, and turned to face him head-on.
Big mistake. Even with me standing nearly six foot tall in heels, he was several inches taller. I found my eyes lined up with those gorgeous, ultra kissable lips. All rational thought left me as I contemplated saying fuck it all and sliding my tongue over them. By some miracle, I managed to get ahold of myself. I took a step back and looked him in the eye. If it was possible, they were even sexier than his lips.
"I'm not interested in your brother." His eyes lit up. "Or anyone else," I added, an obvious fabrication considering the way my gaze slipped back down to his mouth. I even bit my lip, as if in invitation. He stepped closer and God help me, I didn't attempt to get away.
The elevator door opened behind me, but I couldn't move. I barely noticed another woman join the receptionist behind her desk. I was sure they were both watching us, but I couldn't have cared less who was around in that moment.
"So I'll see you tonight, then," Grey said with no question in his voice as he moved closer. His breath smelled of the scotch we'd been drinking. I imagined he'd had another with his brother after we'd separated.
"I don't think that's a good idea." I tore my gaze from his mouth. I looked back up into the deep amber-colored pools and found myself drowning in the desire I saw in them.
"Oh my God! Mr. Michaels, Mr. Greyston Michaels?" the receptionist's companion squealed, rushing over to us. "I'm so sorry, sir. I had no idea you were coming home, or I would have had your office prepared. I'm Rebecca Turner, the new office manager." The rather attractive brunette shoved her hand into Greyston's chest, completely ignoring my presence.
Greyston looked annoyed but turned away from me to take it. "My apologies Ms. Turner, I just arrived in town last night and I wanted to surprise my brother."
My body yearned for his closeness, which was just the wake-up call I needed. I had to get away from him and get my head back in the game. The elevator had closed already but hadn't left the floor. A quick touch of the button, an open door, a step backward, and I was inside.
His head whipped toward me while the office manager continued talking as if she hadn't interrupted us. She put her hand on his forearm. I felt an unfamiliar twinge in my stomach and glared at her and then at him. He grinned at me, a knowing look in his eyes.
"Eight o'clock, Ms. Winston," he said, watching me as the doors closed.
❖
Hidden safely in the elevator I sagged against the side. So it was definitely Gregory in the pictures, but what the fuck was wrong with me? I couldn't even begin to process what happened. It was a bad dream--a nightmare. Or maybe it was the best dream I'd ever had. I really couldn't decide. I needed to leave before I did anything stupid, like go back upstairs and drag that flirty little office manager down the stairs by her hair.
Shit, I was fucking jealous. I didn't get jealous. I also didn't do insane chemistry with strange men who weren't my marks. I needed to get my shit together and refocus on why I was there in the first place.
I thought of Gregory Michaels. Was he wearing his wedding ring? Did he even look at me? I couldn't remember anything except he looked exactly like the man whose mere presence rendered me virtually senseless.
The elevator stopped, and I quickly straightened up so as not to appear like an insane person using the wall to hold her up. I moved forward, assuming I'd arrived back down at the lobby.
The doors opened and I stepped forward, nearly running into someone attempting to board the elevator.
"Oh," a familiar voice said in surprise.
"I'm sorry." I
"Perhaps we should be discussing that, Ms. Winston," he whispered against my hair.
He made some valid points, but the only thing sticking in my mind at the moment was the bit about me being the woman of his dreams and the feel of his hot breath on my neck.
"I-I--" I stammered and then stopped, took a deep breath, and turned to face him head-on.
Big mistake. Even with me standing nearly six foot tall in heels, he was several inches taller. I found my eyes lined up with those gorgeous, ultra kissable lips. All rational thought left me as I contemplated saying fuck it all and sliding my tongue over them. By some miracle, I managed to get ahold of myself. I took a step back and looked him in the eye. If it was possible, they were even sexier than his lips.
"I'm not interested in your brother." His eyes lit up. "Or anyone else," I added, an obvious fabrication considering the way my gaze slipped back down to his mouth. I even bit my lip, as if in invitation. He stepped closer and God help me, I didn't attempt to get away.
The elevator door opened behind me, but I couldn't move. I barely noticed another woman join the receptionist behind her desk. I was sure they were both watching us, but I couldn't have cared less who was around in that moment.
"So I'll see you tonight, then," Grey said with no question in his voice as he moved closer. His breath smelled of the scotch we'd been drinking. I imagined he'd had another with his brother after we'd separated.
"I don't think that's a good idea." I tore my gaze from his mouth. I looked back up into the deep amber-colored pools and found myself drowning in the desire I saw in them.
"Oh my God! Mr. Michaels, Mr. Greyston Michaels?" the receptionist's companion squealed, rushing over to us. "I'm so sorry, sir. I had no idea you were coming home, or I would have had your office prepared. I'm Rebecca Turner, the new office manager." The rather attractive brunette shoved her hand into Greyston's chest, completely ignoring my presence.
Greyston looked annoyed but turned away from me to take it. "My apologies Ms. Turner, I just arrived in town last night and I wanted to surprise my brother."
My body yearned for his closeness, which was just the wake-up call I needed. I had to get away from him and get my head back in the game. The elevator had closed already but hadn't left the floor. A quick touch of the button, an open door, a step backward, and I was inside.
His head whipped toward me while the office manager continued talking as if she hadn't interrupted us. She put her hand on his forearm. I felt an unfamiliar twinge in my stomach and glared at her and then at him. He grinned at me, a knowing look in his eyes.
"Eight o'clock, Ms. Winston," he said, watching me as the doors closed.
❖
Hidden safely in the elevator I sagged against the side. So it was definitely Gregory in the pictures, but what the fuck was wrong with me? I couldn't even begin to process what happened. It was a bad dream--a nightmare. Or maybe it was the best dream I'd ever had. I really couldn't decide. I needed to leave before I did anything stupid, like go back upstairs and drag that flirty little office manager down the stairs by her hair.
Shit, I was fucking jealous. I didn't get jealous. I also didn't do insane chemistry with strange men who weren't my marks. I needed to get my shit together and refocus on why I was there in the first place.
I thought of Gregory Michaels. Was he wearing his wedding ring? Did he even look at me? I couldn't remember anything except he looked exactly like the man whose mere presence rendered me virtually senseless.
The elevator stopped, and I quickly straightened up so as not to appear like an insane person using the wall to hold her up. I moved forward, assuming I'd arrived back down at the lobby.
The doors opened and I stepped forward, nearly running into someone attempting to board the elevator.
"Oh," a familiar voice said in surprise.
"I'm sorry." I
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