He turned around, and I hastily looked away before he realized I had been ogling him.
Marcus handed me a glass of sparkling water, the ice cubes clinking against each other. “Here you go, bambina.”
“Thank you.” I watched him walk back to his table.So tall, I mused absently, andso powerfully built.Was this really the man whose cock I had been sucking just two weeks ago?
Marcus perched himself on the edge of his table, murmuring, “About the merger...”
I involuntarily straightened in my seat, my gaze automatically swinging towards the couch at the other side of the room. I supposed that was where the merger could...start?
My heart skipped at the thought, and I suddenly couldn’t stop thinking of all the office trysts I had read about and seen in movies over the years. Heat began to pool in my thighs, and I crossed my legs.
Crap.
“I’ve taken the liberty of drafting a proposal.”
I nodded absently.
A proposal—-
Wait.
What?
My gaze flew back to Marcus, and to my surprise, he had a sheaf of papers in his hands. “What’s that?”
Marcus blinked. “A proposal?”
I was confused. Maybe this was a role-play thing, and those papers were only there to add authenticity to the, well, merger?
“It’s not legally binding,” Marcus assured me.
What wasn’t legally binding? The merger? Was it supposed to be?
“I simply thought it would be easier if we had everything in writing.”
As Marcus kept speaking, it was beginning to dawn on me that I might have misunderstood some things.
Crap.
“We could go over it point by point—-” Marcus broke off, his gaze narrowing when he saw me fanning my face in a futile attempt to get rid of my reddened cheeks. “What is it?”
I tried but failed to talk and coughed instead.
Marcus lowered the papers back to his desk. “Tell me.”
Crap.
Did he use that commanding tone because he knew how irresistible I found it?
I cleared my throat. “Well.” I could feel my cheeks burning hotter as I thought of what I was about to reveal. “The thing about the merger...”
“Go on.” Marcus crossed his arms over his chest. I was momentarily distracted by the way the muscles in his arms bunched under the sleeves of his shirt, which he had once again rolled to his elbow.
“Anneke?”
Crap. The sound of my name on his lips had me uncrossing and crossing my legs, a futile attempt to stem the flow of wetness that continued drenching my panties. “The thing is...” I couldn’t quite meet his gaze as I made my confession. “When you talked about a merger, I thought it was...you know.”
“No,bambina,” Marcus said dryly. “I’m afraid I do not know. So if you care to enlighten me?”