Yet, his words flash through my mind:
“Yes, we can, and we will. It’s only a matter of time.”
“I don’t mix business and pleasure.”
“We can keep the pleasure outside the office, if you want.”
Of course, we’d have to keep it outside the office. No one could be allowed to know if we were sleeping together. Oh, my God, am I actually considering it?
Confusion makes me toss and turn and I don’t think I get more than an hour or two of sleep by the time my alarm goes off at five. I need to get in a little earlier than usual so I can finish up the presentation for Jordan Lowe.
Since I ran out after Nash’s fingers took me to heaven.
It’s hard for me to wrap my head around what’s happening between us. One minute I want to murder him and never see him again. The next, I want his cock buried deep inside me and to hear his low groans in my ear as our bodies move together.
Shitshitshit.
I don’t think I’ve ever taken a cold shower, but I know that’s what men do when they’re all hot and bothered. So, I give it a try, but I don’t think it helps much. My thoughts are still running hot while I do my hair, makeup and finally get dressed.
Today I’m wearing pants. No way am I giving Nash easy access to lift my skirt again. Besides, there won’t be any time for that. We have the big presentation over at Jordan’s company this afternoon and my focus will be strictly on that.
When I get to the office, it’s a little after 7:00 a.m. and I see Nash already in the conference room. His dark head is bent over our work and he’s sitting right where he laid me out and-
His head snaps up and our gazes collide.Oh, boy, here we go.
“Good morning,” he says.
I take a tentative step inside. “Good morning.” My voice sounds strange to my own ears. Almost shy.
When he gives me that devastating smile, I swear my knees go a little weak.
“I can help you finish that,” I say. “Just let me put my stuff down in my office.”
“No need,” Nash says and stands up, stretching his arms above his head. “I just finished it.”
His long, lean body makes my mouth go dry. “What time did you get in?” I ask.
He yawns. “Couple hours ago?”
I walk over and round the edge of the table. “And you added the extra part we talked about?” My gaze dips curiously and he hands me the presentation.
“Take a look.”
“You printed it?” I can’t believe he printed it out. Most men act like they have no idea how to print something and rely on their assistants to do the trivial labor. “You even bound it?” I can’t keep the shock out of my voice.
“Why do you look so surprised?” He arches an amused brow.
He has me all out of sorts, especially when my eyes drop to the table and flashes of last night fill my head. “I’ll, ah, take a look at it down in my office,” I murmur and turn away. I can feel his gaze follow me and swear he stifles a chuckle.
After reviewing the additional work Nash did, I have to admit it’s perfect. Even if I wanted to pick it apart and find fault, I can’t. He did exactly what we talked about and then some. I do my best to avoid him and then my internal phone line rings an hour before the meeting with Lowe.
I see his extension from down in the closet light up and I pick up. “Hi.” The greeting comes out far too whispery and I wait with bated breath for his deep voice to come over the line.
“Hi. Are you ready to leave?”
I swallow hard. I figured he’d want to drive over together but I was hoping to avoid that scenario. “I can meet you-”
“No point driving separately. We’ll take my car, okay?”