What the hell were you thinking, Hadley Jane? Making out with a billionaire in a dark cupboard.
She hadn’t been thinking, that was the problem.
She fixed her face, and re-did her lipstick. The men were waiting outside the restaurant. The Maserati was parked nearby.
“All right?” Killian asked.
“I’m fine. Kitty?”
“Left a couple minutes ago.” Killian said. “The bug’s in place?”
Hadley nodded, then glanced at Bennett. She couldn’t read the look on his face. He’d wiped the lipstick off, but his hair was still disheveled, like fingers had been clenched in it.
Yeah, her fingers.
Henry stood behind Bennett, looking amused.Asshole.
She sucked in a breath. “We’d better get back to the office and see if Hex can get anything useful off the bug.”
Bennett nodded. “Thanks, Killian.”
Her boss jerked his chin, and slid one hand into his pocket. He looked at Hadley. “Stay out of trouble.”
His tone left no doubt that he included Bennett as trouble.
“That’s usually what you have to tell Hades, not me.” Matteo “Hades” Mancini charged into any dangerous situation with a grin. “I can handle trouble.”
“I know you can, but you have a habit of trying to do it all alone.” Killian touched her shoulder. “You’re not alone, Hadley.”
With another sharp nod, her boss strode off.
Henry moved to the driver’s side of the Maserati. Bennett held the back door of the car open for her.
She slid in and he followed.
“Hadley—”
She held up a hand. “Please don’t.”
She saw his mouth tighten. Thankfully, the drive was mercifully short, and he didn’t try to engage her in conversation.
In the Secura building, they strode into his office.
She moved straight to the laptop on the desk and flicked it open. “I need to check that Hex has the bug active.”
“Hadley, are you going to ignore what happened?” he asked.
She didn’t look up. “Yes. It was a kiss, that’s it. Ill-advised, and badly timed.”
She heard a frustrated sound. Now, she looked up. He was running his hands through his hair.
“You can turn it off that easily?” he growled.
“No, but I’m good at compartmentalizing, too.” She tapped the keyboard. Her pulse was racing, but she didn’t want him to know that.
“Apparently, I’m not. I can still taste you. Feel the sweet curves of your arse.” He stepped closer.
Heat flashed through her, and she took a hasty step back and hit his executive chair. It rolled away.