You can do this.
Instead of just dropping the contract on his desk like I always do, I slowly lean over the desk and hold it out to him, knowing he’ll have one hell of a view of my cleavage.
Lowering my voice, I murmur, “I had the Global Sync contract signed earlier. I thought you’d want to look over it before I hand it to Ryker.”
Christopher’s eyes lock with mine, and the way his lips curve into a smirk tells me he knows what I’m doing.
I’m just about to chicken out, but then his eyes lower to my cleavage for a good couple of seconds before he meets my gaze again. They’re darker and intense as hell, causing a fluttering in my abdomen.
The moment feels loaded, and then he says, “The next time you bend over my desk like that, you better be prepared for the consequences.”
I straighten up and frown. “Consequences?”
Slowly, he nods. “I’m holding back because you need time to think. The next time you tempt me, I will react.”
Instantly a smile spreads over my face. “So it worked?”
Shaking his head, he holds his hand out to me. “Yes, now give me the contract.”
Not thinking, I lean forward and hand it to him.
Christopher drops the folder on the desk as he gets up from his chair. His eyes lock with mine as he stalks toward me. Wrapping an arm around my lower back, he yanks me right against his body, and then my eyes widen.
Holy shit.
He’s hard.
Yep, that’s definitely not his phone.
His eyes hold mine captive until my breaths start to speed up from the anticipation building between us.
“Is there anything else you’re worried about?” His voice is low and rough as if it’s taking all his strength to hold back.
“Nope, I’m good,” I answer quickly. Pulling free, I try to suppress the smile as I walk out of his office.
Well, at least now I know I can get him hard, and it makes me feel a hell of a lot better.
Just like any other woman out there, I need to feel wanted. After what happened a couple of seconds ago, it gives me hope that things can actually work between Christopher and me.
I sit down behind my desk and stare at my computer screen.
Shit. That just happened.
My lips curve up, and for the first time, I allow myself to consider the possibility that Christopher might be the Mr. Right I’ve been searching for all along.
CHRISTOPHER
I let Dash walk into my penthouse before following her inside. “Will you pour us drinks while I change?” I ask.
“Sure.” She takes off her shoes as I take the stairs to the second floor.
Walking to my closet, I strip out of the suit I’m wearing, then step into a pair of sweatpants. Deciding to change things up tonight, I forgo a shirt. Heading out of my room, the corner of my mouth lifts.
As much as I love this weird tango of exploration we’re doing, I’m growing impatient as fuck to know if it will lead to more. I’ve never been tempted like this in my life, and honestly, I’m not sure if I like it or not.
I’m reaching the point of no return at the speed of light.
Coming down the stairs, I turn off the lights and walk to where Dash is standing by the windows, staring at the city lights below.
She glances over her shoulder, then turns to face me. “Why did you turn off the lights?”
“To help sharpen your senses,” I murmur as I stop right in front of her.
“For?” She tilts her head, and with the light shining in from outside, I can make out the questioning look.
Wrapping my arm around her lower back, I tug her against me.
“Oh,” she whispers.
Our eyes lock, and I just stare at her, letting the anticipation build. Lifting my hand to the back of her neck, I gather her hair, pulling her head to the side. Leaning down until my mouth brushes against her jaw, I let out a breath.
Dash brings her arms up and wraps them around my neck, hugging me tightly.
We hold each other for a while before I lower my arm from her back until my fingers skim over the side of her thigh. My lips move to her pulse, and when I feel it racing, I grin with satisfaction.
Her breathing speeds up, fanning over my collarbone.
I move both my hands to her waist, and tugging the blouse out of her skirt, I slip them under the fabric. Taking hold of her side with one hand, I move the other one up her back, just trailing my fingers over her silky skin.
Dash’s lips brush against my collarbone, and then she moves her hands to my shoulders. Slowly her palms move down my chest, and feeling her touch makes goosebumps spread over my skin while I grow hard as steel.
Not wanting to push things too far before she’s given me her decision, I press a kiss to her pulse, then pull back.
Picking up the bourbon Dash poured earlier, I down it. The liquid burns down my throat, and I’m hoping to God it takes off the edge. Filling the tumbler again, I walk to where Dash left her glass of wine on the coffee table, and I take it to where she’s standing in front of the windows.
I wait for her to take a couple of sips, then ask, “Is there anything you want to discuss? Any worries?”
She thinks for a moment, then shakes her head. “I just want to be sure we’re making the right decision.”
“You still have time to think about it,” I remind her.
Two days. Then it’s either everything or just friends.
Christ. Just friends?
After this week?
That’s not a possibility any longer.
I want Dash. No one else. She fits me perfectly.
Chapter 6
DASH
Okay. There’s definitely attraction.
I’m still worried, though, and I can’t pinpoint why.
I let out a frustrated huff and shake my head.
Focus, Dash. What’s the problem?
The office door opens, and before I can pretend I’m working, Christopher drops a folder on my desk, then says, “My office. Now.”
Shit.
I let out a sigh as I get up and straightening out my pencil skirt, I follow him inside. I shut the door, and when I turn to walk to his desk, I come to a sudden stop because he’s standing right in front of me. His eyes lock with mine, then he says, “You can’t focus on shit, so let's make the decision now.”
“Now?” I practically squeak. Not wanting to be the one who says yes or no, I ask, “What do you feel we should do?”
Christopher takes a deep breath. “You know how I feel about it.”
“I need to hear it again,” I mutter as I step around him. I walk to the expansive windows and stare at the traffic below.
I hear Christopher move, and then I feel him as he stops behind me. He takes hold of my shoulders and turns me to face him. “Having a child with you. Building a future together. I’m fine with all of it.”
So much for romance.
That’s the problem. The emotional side of things.
I want to be desired.
But then I keep weighing the pros and cons.
Christopher will be a good father.
We’re best friends.
He’s always treated me with respect.
I know he loves me. Not romantically, but it’s better than nothing. Right?
He stares at me for a moment, then tilting his head, he asks, “Are we going through with it, or not?”