‘Thanks for not buzzing them up when I set foot inside the door,’ he murmured into her ear.
Her head whipped towards him.
He took her hand. ‘Don’t worry. You were very sly.’
Not sly enough. Clients weren’t supposed to know that emergency buzzer was there.
Walking backwards, he tugged her towards the door – the epitome of the bad boy luring the good girl into doing something she shouldn’t – and she followed. He let go of her hand as she locked the main door, but tried to catch it again when they headed to the elevator.
She wiggled her fingers away. ‘I need to text my boss.’
He let her go and straightened his cufflinks.
‘Tell her I got the best of the bunch. You didn’t even have to dig into her little black book.’
Rielle bit her lip. ‘She won’t be happy I’m doing this.’
He punched the button for the elevator. ‘I am.’
Their gazes locked.
‘How do you feel about doing this?’ he asked. The hallway was empty, but his low voice barely carried to her.
The question was loaded – and he knew it. He’d been trying to read her ever since they’d first come face to face. How did she feel? She felt scared, excited, surprised, intrigued and confused. Her body and her brain were on two very different tracks. ‘Good?’
‘I’ll take it.’ His hand slipped around hers again, warm, strong and callused. ‘In fact, it gives me the incentive to make it the best night of your life.’
The elevator rang out its arrival.
The doors slid open, but his look was only for her. ‘Ready?’
It was her last chance. She could still stop things. He was giving her a chance to back out. Instead, Rielle did something that shocked her. She squeezed his hand back. ‘Ready.’
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