Stalking over to my desk, I plopped down, clearly frazzled by Daniel’s arrival. My door opened, and Daniel’s body appeared, my insides heating at the sight of it. He was something to look at all right, and boy, did I enjoy looking. I silently willed myself to stay strong.
“I see you got my flowers.”
“I sent you an email, thanking you, this morning.”
“I got it when I landed.”
“Seriously, Daniel, what do you want? Why aren’t you in your sucky part of the state right now?” I fired off anything my mind could think up that didn’t involve kissing or naked body parts.
“My sucky part? My part of the state is way better than yours,” he shot back.
“Then, you should go back there. I’m sure it misses you.”
“You ignored my emails and voice mails. As of last night, you didn’t say shit about the flowers. I told you I wanted to see you.” He stalked over to my desk and pulled out a guest chair before unbuttoning his jacket. As he sat, it fell open, revealing a well-fit button shirt underneath.
“You didn’t come down here because I’d ignored you. Be serious.” I stole a glance at the roses sitting close by.
“I came here because I scheduled a meeting in Santa Monica tonight, but I came down early because you ignored me.”
“You can’t just show up here and expect my attention. Unlike you, apparently, I have actual work to do.” I waved my hand toward a giant stack of unread scripts.
“No, you don’t,” he countered.
I bristled, my joy at seeing him quickly turning into something else. “Excuse me?”
“I checked your schedule with Barbara. You just have one meeting left, and then you’re clear for the rest of the day.”
I growled. I would be having a talk with Barbara about the information she chose to share with people who did not deserve to have such information. “I’m going to kill her or fire her. Which would be worse?” I cocked my head to the side.
“Firing would make her suffer more—unless you’re really cruel in the murder, but you don’t seem like the type.” Daniel pushed out of the chair and stood, his large frame towering in front of me. “Come here,” he demanded.
“No,” I shot back.
“Elizabeth,” he said my name with so much want that it lit a fire inside me. “Please get up and come here.”
“What for?” I sounded like an ungrateful child.
“Because I flew out here to kiss you. I told you in my email that I needed to do it again. I meant it. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Try.” I attempted to maintain control of my senses, but they were flying out the window
with each word spilling off his tongue.
“I don’t want to. Now, get up before I come over there and make you get up.”
My jaw clenched as my mind debated which option would give me the most control. I didn’t like being bossed around, but having it done by Daniel Alexander was sort of a turn-on. Pushing against the desk, I rolled away from the security of it and rose to my feet, waving my arm in his direction. “I’m up.”
In the two seconds it took for me to say those words, he was in front of me, his body hulking. “I like kissing you,” he said as one hand slipped under my skirt and grabbed my bare ass.
I gasped from the surprise movement, but I didn’t pull away. The feel of his hand clutching and kneading my ass riled me up as heat spread between my thighs. I actually thought my body might melt into a puddle on the floor. His lips found mine, and my mouth instinctively opened to his, allowing his tongue to enter once again. Our lips opened and closed as my breathing grew heavier. His free hand gripped the back of my neck, holding me in place, as he panted against me, his mouth unable to get enough of mine.
He removed his grasp from my neck and reached for my free hand, leading it on top of the hard bulge in his pants. “Do you feel what you do to me?” he asked against my lips.
I stopped kissing him and pulled my hand away, feeling like an idiot, as my senses crashed down around me. The turn-on button suddenly switched off.
Am I supposed to be impressed with a hard-on? I mean, don’t get me wrong, it felt impressive, but that’s not what I meant.
“I make your dick hard? I’m sorry, but you guys get hard-ons if the wind blows across your pants the right way. That’s not really a compliment.”