She shrugged negligently and walked back to the desk. Falon couldn’t pull his eyes from her as the black lace camisole she was wearing revealed peeks of skin with every movement. When she walked through a shaft of sunlight, he nearly lost his mind as it filtered through the top, highlighting what appeared to be a black lace bra.
“Where were we?”
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. When she turned from the computer monitor, probably looking for the answer to her question, and caught him staring considerably lower than her eyes, Falon was at a loss. First time for everything.
“What did I …” Sarah looked down at herself and blushed.
“Sorry about this,” she said, gesturing vaguely to two features he was having no trouble honing in on. “Marcy spilled her coffee on my jacket and I had nothing else to put on while it dried. Um … is this a problem?”
“No,” he said too quickly, clearing his throat, simultaneously cursing and blessing Marcy for her apparent clumsiness. “Not a problem.”
She studied him for a moment before nodding and turning back to the computer. “Were you done with last year’s invoices?”
“Mostly.” He looked down at his watch. “I need to eat.”
He wasn’t particularly hungry he just needed to get out of that office. Get things back in perspective.
At the door, he turned back. “Well?”
Sarah looked perplexed. “Well what?”
“Aren’t you coming?”
***
Sarah felt a little self-conscious leaving the building without her jacket. The lace top wasn’t exactly something you wore out to a business lunch. It wasn’t that the top she had on was particularly revealing, it just wasn’t what she usually wore outside the seclusion of her bedroom.
She was going to kill Marcy.
“Uh, where exactly are we going?” she asked, struggling to keep up with Falon’s long-legged stride as he talked quickly into his phone.
“To get food,” he answered, opening her door before walking around the back of the car.
“That I got,” she replied as soon as he took his seat beside her in the car. “But I want to know where. I’m not exactly dressed for public.”
As he guided the car out of the parking structure, Falon looked over at her with a snort. “That I got.”
She huffed as he turned her words back on her and turned to her window to watch the city race by. If he was going to be such an ass the why did he invite her along?
After a few turns, he pulled the car to a stop in front of a bistro she recognized. It happened to be her favorite place to treat herself to after a particularly rough week. When he slid the car into park and left it running, she turned to him, confused.
“You’ll wait here. I placed an order and was assured it would be ready.”
“Already?” They had only left the office fifteen minutes ago.
Falon smirked before pushing his door open. “I talk, sweetheart, and people listen. Something you should get yourself used to.”
She sat in shock kicking herself for ever letting a man like Falon Wolfe kiss her. It didn’t matter if it was the best, toe-curling kiss she ever had. Or that she could still feel her blood pulsing through her veins at the idea of it happening again. The sooner, the better.
No. Not going to happen. He was here for a job and that didn’t include her. No matter how her body protested at never being close to his heat again.
The blast of warm, late summer air pulled her away from her body’s fantasies. Falon was back and carrying something that smelled delicious.
“I took the liberty of ordering you the salade Nicoise,” he said, handing her the brown carryout bag. She nearly squealed when he blindly pulled into traffic. Apparently when he drove others moved.
Silence and the tantalizing aroma of seared tuna and the steak Falon must have ordered for himself filled the car as he sped them back toward the office. She couldn’t help noticing he was broodier than what she had begun to expect of him while he guided their way through the congested city traffic. Wondering what was wrong but afraid of the answer, she tried to convince herself she really didn’t care. She was just tired of walking on eggshells around the guy.
“What’s with you?” she asked as he pulled the car back in his spot.
A withering stare and a patronizingly raised brow were the only answers he gave before climbing out of the car. Leaving her to follow or be tortured by the delicious smells coming from the bag sitting in her lap.
Sighing, she climbed out of the car and followed. The beep of the alarm let her know he knew she would give in. Holding the bag filled with their lunches close to her chest, she quickened her pace to close the distance between them.
“So you’re not going to tell me what’s going on with you?” she asked when she thought she was within earshot.
“Correct,” he answered, holding the office door for her and she couldn’t help but glare up at him as she passed. The spark of amusement in his eyes had her nearly stomping her feet to the elevator. The man was so infuriating.
***
Sarah glared at the offending stain on the front of her cream blazer. Marcy’s promise of getting the garment back to new was obviously a little over-reaching.
Laughing at the farce the day had turned into, she grabbed the offending jacket while shutting down her computer. After enjoying a delicious, yet silent, lunch Falon had told her to print the rest of her reports and disappeared to presumably go over the new budget and online plan with Ralph.
She had spent the last five hours alternately fighting to go find him and straining her ears for a hint of when he returned to his office so she could avoid him. She was being ridiculous and she knew it but couldn’t seem to rein in her body’s need. The third time she caught herself getting out of her chair at the slight hint of movement next door, she admitted to herself that she wanted him. By the fourth, she was determined to make him follow through on all the promises of that kiss.
Turning out the light she took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her heart that fluttered in her chest like hummingbird wings. Looking toward the glowing pool of light spilling into the hall, she squared her shoulders. If she was going to do this, she needed to project calm she didn’t feel.
Falon sat behind his desk typing furiously at the computer. Whatever he was doing held his attention so much she slipped into the room unnoticed.
“You planning on staying here all night?” she asked and nearly laughed out loud when he jumped.
“I thought I was the only one left in the building,” he answered, not taking his eyes off his work.
“Looks like it’s just the two of us.”
His head shot up at the sultry tone she worked most of the afternoon perfecting. Instinctively she wanted to cover herself as his eyes roved over her form-fitting skirt and lace top. It was ridiculous. She had been wearing the outfit all day, but it seemed to take on a seductive feel after dark and alone with a man who made her body liquid.
“So it would seem.” She stood frozen as he stood and turned the monitor off. “Come over here, Sarah.”
Her heart rate spiked and her stomach clenched in a need she didn’t understand at the command. She was helpless but to obey both her body’s need to feel him, and the demand in his voice.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, taking hold of her waist as soon as she was within reach.
Trembling with need, she took a shaky breath. “I think you know.”
The ice in his eyes gave way to a flash of heat lightning so quickly she thought she imagined it.
“I think you don’t fully understand what you’re asking.”