“It’s Lana, my name is Lana.” She licked her lips again. “What sort of trouble?”
There was something charming and dangerous about this guy. His expression was unreadable as he stared at her.
Marcus broke his intense scrutiny, drawing his gaze to the details contained on the documents. She felt instant relief.
Her blood pulsated, thrumming in her throat amidst the silence.
“How long have you and Mr. O’Hare been together?” he asked, still focused on her personal details.
She pouted, her forehead scrunched as she counted the latter few months. “Two years and three months.”
Those enchanting green eyes of his lifted from the words on the page, locking with hers. “Do you intend to marry him?”
Folding her arms across her chest, she hugged her bag tighter. “Marry him?” She shrugged. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
Marcus angled his head, his beautiful full lips pressed together in a firm line. “So you’re not in a serious relationship?” His tone lowered to a growl like he was angry.
Lana scowled, dropping her protective embrace as her hands clenched. “Of course it’s serious, I wouldn’t have moved in with him if I didn’t think it was going somewhere. Not that it’s any of your business.” Her finger-tips skimmed the desk, steadying herself.
An odd look flashed behind his eyes and he rounded the desk in two confident strides. The instant intimacy initiated a surprising shiver.
She inhaled the masculine musky scent that came with his close contact and felt tingles catapult straight between her thighs.
He was the devil, and he knew exactly how to melt her into a puddle of desire with just one look.