I will be a good girl. I’m not doing anything suggestive. Shit. The heat in his eyes makes my belly flop.
“You don’t have to do anything. I always want you.” He leans forward, kisses my lips, and shifts back onto his heels. “Let’s go inside.”
“Okay.”
Once we’re in the building, he explains the structure’s layout, and what products the company sells and shows me the location of the different departments. The exterior is tidy and well-maintained, but the inside is something else. It’s floor-to-ceiling tinted windows, marbled flooring, and top-of-the-line office furniture and equipment.
When the doors open to the top floor, I’m greeted by white carpet, a crystal chandelier, and matching highbacked upholstered chairs lining the hallway. I spin in a circle, taking it all in. “Wow. This is impressive.”
“My dad is overcompensating.” Alexander chuckles and fiddles with his security badge before returning it to his pocket.
“For what?”
“I have no idea. My guess is someone in elementary school told him he would never amount to anything, or he would only amount to something because of who his father was.” I shrug. “And he’s been determined to prove them wrong by going over the top.”
I walk around the outer office with the enormous desk in the middle of it. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“Yeah.” He glances at the security camera strategically positioned to catch people coming in and out of the offices. The light in the corner doesn’t flash. I frown. Why isn’t it on? “I turned the security camera off to this floor when we were on the first floor.”
“Why?”
He smirks. “Why do you think?”
Excitement zips through my veins. “You didn’t want anyone to hear you sing off-kilter karaoke?”
“Yes, that’s exactly it.” He strides to the closest door and opens it. The office inside mirrors the one we’re standing in. It takes up one-quarter of the building’s floor space, but the desk in the center of the room is larger than the one in the outer office.
Holy hell.I arch my eyebrows. “Are you overcompensating for something?”
“Yes.” He leans his shoulder against the doorjamb and looks me up and down like he’s devouring me. My skin tingles in anticipation. “He is. It’s my father’s office.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “I’m not getting naughty in your father’s office.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Yes, I’ll bet you. I’m not getting naked in your father’s office.” My heart pounds erratically in my chest.Son of a bitch.My nipples tighten in direct opposition to my statement.
“Babe, you don’t have to get naked. But you need to see the view. It’s better from his office than mine. All I can see is the parking lot and the street.”
“Fine.” I drop my arms to my sides like I’m making a huge sacrifice, but at this point, if he doesn’t take care of the ache between my leg, I’m going to turn into a pouty bitch.
I stride to the window. The view is spectacular. While the other buildings in the area are high-rises, this one is the tallest. The adjacent building lights up in alternating red and white lights along the top floor. They move in an alternating pattern–red, then white.
In the distance, the remaining buildings light up in different color schemes. “Is that the lights from Union Station?”
“Yes.” His arm encircles my waist, pulling me back against his chest.
“It’s pretty.” He chuckles, making his chest rumble against me. “I told you this view was better than the parking lot. I’ve dreamed of being in this office since I was a little kid. Having this view.
“I can see why,” I sigh and sink into him.
“It’s one of the best views in the city. At Christmas, it’s breathtaking when everything is lit up in red, green, and white like one enormous holiday village.” He spins me around and stares into my eyes. “Can I tell you something?”
God, he could tell me anything. He’s the best-looking guy I’ve ever seen. I want to pinch myself to make sure he’s real. This can’t be my life.
“Of course.” I elevate my shoulders in a minuscule shrug and tilt my head sideways. “As long as it’s something good.” I wrap my arms around his neck as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I can’t promise that.”