“Bella.”
“Roman … Mr. Agosti.” I correct and look at my schedule for him today. “Is something wrong? I don’t show anything double booked and I did color code everything for the calls, in person-”
“You are doing well at work. I appreciate your diligence.”
His compliment makes me feel like purring. I look up at him, hoping he has a good view down my shirt. Something I’ve learned Miles appreciates greatly. It always puts him in a good mood.
“Is something wrong?”
“Not at all.” His face cracks with a half-smile. “Miles will be back from a meeting shortly and requested you for lunch.”
“Oh!”
“I also wanted to let you know that Holden will be working from home starting tomorrow.”
“It’s not because of me is it?”
“He stayed an extra week at the office because of you,” Roman says with something almost teasing in his eyes. “I’m sure you can imagine why.”
“Because I’m the shiny new person in the office?”
“Something along those lines. Let me know if Gunner spends too much time here distracting you. I can bring him to heel.”
“Maybe I like it.” I say with a shrug.
Roman arches an eyebrow.
“I like a man who knows what he wants and makes himself clear.” Then I give him a wicked smile. “Especially one that I can tease and turn away. Knowing how a man feels about me makes me happy.”
“If he overstays his welcome, let me know anyway.”
“If he does, do I get to watch you wrestle him into submission?” I ask. “That’s pretty good incentive.”
Roman rests his hands on my desk, leaning towards me until my voice catches in my throat. “Roman.”
“I’d rather wrestle you into submission, Bella. And I believe you would prefer that too.”
I nod once, absolutely agreeing, but not able to find my voice. He’s so intense. So fucking sexy. Roman strokes along my jaw and seems pleased when I lift my chin, offering him more. One of his fingers dips to my throat.
“Don’t forget about your lunch with Miles.”
“What is it? Finders keepers?”
“Hmm?”
“He met me first so he gets dibs?” I revise.
Roman chuckles. “We’ll see, won’t we? You don’t seem like the kind of girl who will settle for anything less than she wants. Is Milesallyou want?”
“Find out,” I challenge openly.
“I intend to.” His thumb brushes my bottom lip slowly and I can’t resist running my tongue over that same spot. Roman’s eyes sharpen. “Soon.”
“Yes, sir. If you need anything, please let me know.”
“I need you to stop calling me sir unless you are in far less clothing.”
With that hot comment, he walks right out. As if I’m not ready to strip down to just my underwear, get on my knees, crawl after him and say it again while begging him to fuck me. I clear my head of the mental image and prepare myself to meet with Miles.