I hadn’t even seen her face, this daring girl who spoke to me like I used to be Joe Blow off the road, and I needed her.

I turned slowly, the anticipation gripping me tight. Hardening part of me to stone. After I met her gaze, the opposite a part of me that was used to being as callous as rock, my coronary heart, did probably the most weird factor.

It jerked to my throat.

She was lovely.

I began together with her eyes, deep brown and widening with shock when she realized who I used to be. The curve of her nostril, the

thick suppleness of her lips as she tried to backtrack after I moved nearer…and her hair. Shiny brown curls had been making an attempt to flee the confines of the bun she wore. I needed to see them wild and free. I needed to study each inch of her lovely face so I may map out each twitch, each sigh after I came upon the place to the touch her and make her soften.

I’d used the phrase ‘lovely’ earlier than to explain ladies that had graced covers of magazines, glittered within the society pages, and lit up film screens. However their magnificence was flat and predictable. This girl had a glow that got here from inside and streamed from her like rays of daylight.

I needed to take pleasure in it.

I needed to know her.

I needed to fuck her.

That thought made warmth rush to my groin, reduction flooding me like a sip of excellent bourbon. I may axe that foolish romantic stuff in regards to the solar. This attraction was nearer to the issues that occurred when the solar went down. When the lights dimmed, thighs parted, and lips uttered probably the most scrumptious sounds of ache and pleasure.

I smirked when her lips began uttering sounds of embarrassment.

“I, er, I’m, it’s-”

I boldly moved even nearer, the warmth of need fanning her cheeks. If she bit her lip, all hell would break unfastened, proper right here within the foyer. I compelled my naughty ideas to the again of thoughts. Possibly I ought to study her identify earlier than I began planning to self-discipline her, right here and now.

“What’s your identify?” I barked.

“M-my identify?” she eked out.

I couldn’t resist lifting an eyebrow. There was a really skinny line between endearingly nervous and weak. “Sure. These issues one is given at start?”

A rumbling sound echoed from her throat and raised her chin. Good lady.

“Leila,” she answered, setting these brown eyes on me.

“New rent?” It was rhetorical. I by no means forgot a face…and I actually wouldn’t have forgotten hers. However as shortly as her spunk had flickered to life, it was snuffed out when she shrunk a number of ft and shook her head no.

Disappointment pulled the edges of my mouth right into a frown. “Then what brings you to my constructing?”

“Interview,” she mentioned, her voice barely audible. “Analysis aide.”

“Huh.” In order that was manner she was so cold and warm. She was used to flying below the radar. “I suppose that is sensible.”

As if she’d learn my thoughts and didn’t like what was written on the web page, she scowled at me. “What’s that speculated to imply?”

“That analysis appears an acceptable match for you,” I answered merely.

She rose to each inch of her peak, confirming that nothing about this girl was easy. “Someplace tucked in a darkish cubicle the place cameras wouldn’t dare enterprise?”

Properly then. I had sufficient self management to maintain my shock remoted to my gaze, however my physique was alight with pleasure. That stubbornness and defiance, combined with lovely nerves that made her slap her hand over her mouth like she was about to be punished, made me throw warning to the wind.

She was about to be punished.

I reached for her forearm, her pores and skin comfortable and welcoming. “You’re coming with me.”

I held her tight, my frequent sense, hell, my lawyer’s voice flitting by way of my thoughts. What was I doing? She hasn’t been vetted. She hasn’t signed a contract. But, she let me lead her by way of the group of Whitmore and Creighton staff. I informed myself I’d let her go if we turned down the hall and he or she yanked from my grasp. Give you some excuse for my habits. The reality was, I had no excuse.

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