“You’re not going to correct me?”
“For what?”
I take her coat and place it in the closet before leading her into my ornate dining room that I’m especially proud of.
“I called you Mr. Klein. Shouldn’t I call you something a little more… I don’t know, casual?”
I know what she’s getting at, but this game we’re playing is a little too fun to give up just yet.
“Why on Earth would you do that?”
My voice is slick as I pull out a chair for her to sit in. I catch her eyes flicking to my lips when I sit down. I wonder if she can see my smirk.
“This is a hook-up. Is it not?”
I want her lips more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
“Why would you say that?”
“Hmm, let me think. Maybe it’s the time or the place. It could be the ambiance... the cologne. Plus I’ve caught you staring at my tits at least five times since I’ve stepped foot in this house.”
I have no idea what to say to that. I’m thankful when she giggles.
“It’s fine. If you want to see them so badly…”
Evelyn’s voice is low as she leans toward me.
“All you have to do is ask.”
Again, I can see her trying to take hold of the tease but I’m not taking the bait. Not yet.
“Perhaps, after dinner.”
The meal is light, and easy. I’m surprised at just how much she really knows about business.
“Why don’t you give me a tour?” Evelyn says with a smile.
We rise, but before we can even leave the room Evelyn grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me into a deep, heated kiss. My hands are immediately all over her.
Her body feels so goddamn good against mine that I slam all the needs I’ve had for the past few months against her. I press her against the wall, with her hands above her head as my tongue battles with hers for dominance.