His dark eyes are on me and I swear, he can see every desire, every bit of my soul, and read my thoughts all at once. He stands and shows exactly how huge he is. His dark curly long hair slides over his shoulders and I swear, the shirt is holding onto him because it would be sad if it ripped. His sharp jaw, intense aura, all of it makes my stomach tight.
I click my teeth together so I don’t immediately beg for him to fuck me. Because that’s all I can imagine asking him for.
“Matthew. Who is this?” He greets with a light accent, but his deep voice sinks over my skin like a blanket.
“This is our new secretary, Bella.”
I nod my head. “Hello.”
He looks me over again and nods once. Someone comes in and he turns his head to the side slightly, sending the person running away. The man rounds the desk, towering over me as I fight the tremors threatening my knees.
“Roman Agosti.” He says, his hands behind his back.
“Not going to shake her hand, Roman?” Matthew asks with a teasing smile.
“I’ll be in touch, Bella. We’ll be working closely together.”
Oh, I fucking hope so.
I manage a smile and nod, not trusting my tongue at all. Matthew helps me out of the room and rubs my shoulder. “You survived Roman. Congratulations.”
“He looks … lethal.”
“That’s a word. Not one many women use for him.” He chuckles. “Only one more left and I’ll show you your office.”
“Just my office?”
“Well, if you want to see more, I won’t say no.” His fingers slide up the side of my neck. “You must be special if Miles gave you an immediate yes without an interview with all of us together.”
“I wouldn’t have managed to get a single word out,” I say honestly. “But I am going to be dedicated to the job. I don’t want you thinking that I’m expecting an easy ride or anything like that. I’m here to work.”
“And work you will.”
“With the benefit of some very nice views,” I flirt.
Matthew smiles and guides me to the elevator. Dear god, being alone with him is something different. An electric current tingles through me from every touch, and he definitely doesn’t hesitate to touch my shoulder. But he behaves.
I have a feeling if I was in this elevator with Gunner, I’d be against the wall with his tongue down my throat. I take a slow breath.
“Am I starting today or tomorrow?”
“That’s up to Nick to decide. He runs H.R. I’m sure he’ll want you sooner rather than later.”
“Seems to be a running trend.”
“We appreciate fine art,” Matthew says, then gently guides me to look up at him. He licks over his bottom lip, making me want a taste of him. “Andyouare very fine art, Bella.”
“You’re just saying that to keep me sweet.”
“Never. I say what I mean. Always.”
“A good quality.”
We finish the short ride up to the second floor and Matthew leads me through some empty desks to an office that’s encased in only glass. Inside another man who makes me question my sanity. He’s sexy as fuck. That’s the only way to describe him.
Salt and pepper hair that’s perfectly tousled, then searing blue eyes. He’s tanned, and has some wrinkles on his face, but when he smiles, holy shit. It’s a beautiful white smile that dentists would kill to show in their offices. I’m shocked he’s not a model. He should be. I’m surprised GQ, Sports Illustrated, and any other magazine aren’t fighting over him.
“Hello. Matthew, who is this?” He asks, standing and walking around the desk. He rests his ass on the desk, showing off his white button-up and gray slacks. And honestly, that bulge there is so distracting, that it’s hard for me to focus.