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cheek.
Grinning, he said, “I’m surprised you two showed up.”
Even though their parents were minor investors in Every Publications and were drifting around here somewhere, this type of event was definitely not their bag.
“You said there’d be liquor,” Zach quipped.
“I said champagne.”
Zach groaned. “Well fuck, I’m out of here.”
He jokingly pretended he was about to leave, and Zoey rolled her eyes. Ignoring her brother, she glanced around the room. “Looks like everyone made it out tonight.”
Sam’s gaze landed on one of their investors: Daniel Milstrom.
Almost everyone.
Though he’d noticed Diane’s father upon arriving, he hadn’t seen Diane around at all. It didn’t surprise him. After their eye-opening meet-up at Beringer’s, he’d texted her a couple of times to see if she wanted to get together, but she hadn’t responded. Apparently, she’d decided she didn’t have it in her to be bad, after all. At least not with him.
He told himself it was for the best, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed. He’d thought about that hot encounter in the back of the pub about a million times a day since it had happened.
When Zoey’s eyes narrowed a fraction, he had the discomfiting feeling she knew what he was thinking about. Or whom , rather.
“Hey, I just remembered,” Zach said. “Do you still have that bottle of whiskey in your office?”
“Yup,” Sam said. “Go grab it.”
“Sweet.” Zach shot out of the room, and Zoey took the opportunity to stare Sam down.
“Have you been behaving yourself?”
He knew exactly what she was asking, so he chucked her under the chin. “Trying not to.”
She jerked her face away. “Idiot.”
“Brat.”
When Zoey’s brows furrowed and she said, “Huh,” Sam followed her gaze to the glass double doors. Standing just beyond them, looking elegant as ever in a red fitted cocktail dress with a plunging neckline, was none other than Diane. Her eyes were directly on him, and she looked uncertain. Like she might bolt at any minute.
“Why is she looking at us like that?” Zoey murmured.
“Dunno.”
Without even thinking about it, he turned and headed right for her.
“Yup, you’re an idiot,” Zoey said to his back.
Maybe, but he couldn’t stop his movement any more than he could keep from breathing. Something about Diane called to him, made it impossible for him to stay away. Funny how a woman he’d seen many times before could suddenly become so irresistible.
But then again, he knew things about her now that he hadn’t known before. Like how she moaned when she came. Or the way her delicious heat clenched his finger, making him wonder how it would feel on his cock.
Her eyes widened as she saw him approach, her hands nervously clasping in front of her. But then she took a visible breath and calmed, silently waiting for him.
Something in his gut twisted. He could only hope Diane was here because she’d decided to keep crossing items off her list. Because now that he’d seen her again, he knew without certainty that he wasn’t going to rest until he’d had her.
Had her good and hard, and in every depraved way he could possibly think of.
Chapter Six
A fter agonizing all day about what to wear, Diane had finally chosen a red cocktail dress that ended in a straight line above the knee. The cut and hem of the dress were elegant and appropriate for a business event, while the low neckline hinted at a bit of sexiness. She had to admit it: she was nervous about seeing Sam again, and she didn’t want to send him the wrong message.
The problem was she didn’t know what message she wanted to send.
When she emerged from the suite of rooms she lived in at her father’s brownstone, she found he’d grown impatient and left without her.
Typical.
So she’d hopped in a cab and ridden all the way to the Midtown offices. Nerves built within her as she rode the elevator up. She’d debated
Grinning, he said, “I’m surprised you two showed up.”
Even though their parents were minor investors in Every Publications and were drifting around here somewhere, this type of event was definitely not their bag.
“You said there’d be liquor,” Zach quipped.
“I said champagne.”
Zach groaned. “Well fuck, I’m out of here.”
He jokingly pretended he was about to leave, and Zoey rolled her eyes. Ignoring her brother, she glanced around the room. “Looks like everyone made it out tonight.”
Sam’s gaze landed on one of their investors: Daniel Milstrom.
Almost everyone.
Though he’d noticed Diane’s father upon arriving, he hadn’t seen Diane around at all. It didn’t surprise him. After their eye-opening meet-up at Beringer’s, he’d texted her a couple of times to see if she wanted to get together, but she hadn’t responded. Apparently, she’d decided she didn’t have it in her to be bad, after all. At least not with him.
He told himself it was for the best, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed. He’d thought about that hot encounter in the back of the pub about a million times a day since it had happened.
When Zoey’s eyes narrowed a fraction, he had the discomfiting feeling she knew what he was thinking about. Or whom , rather.
“Hey, I just remembered,” Zach said. “Do you still have that bottle of whiskey in your office?”
“Yup,” Sam said. “Go grab it.”
“Sweet.” Zach shot out of the room, and Zoey took the opportunity to stare Sam down.
“Have you been behaving yourself?”
He knew exactly what she was asking, so he chucked her under the chin. “Trying not to.”
She jerked her face away. “Idiot.”
“Brat.”
When Zoey’s brows furrowed and she said, “Huh,” Sam followed her gaze to the glass double doors. Standing just beyond them, looking elegant as ever in a red fitted cocktail dress with a plunging neckline, was none other than Diane. Her eyes were directly on him, and she looked uncertain. Like she might bolt at any minute.
“Why is she looking at us like that?” Zoey murmured.
“Dunno.”
Without even thinking about it, he turned and headed right for her.
“Yup, you’re an idiot,” Zoey said to his back.
Maybe, but he couldn’t stop his movement any more than he could keep from breathing. Something about Diane called to him, made it impossible for him to stay away. Funny how a woman he’d seen many times before could suddenly become so irresistible.
But then again, he knew things about her now that he hadn’t known before. Like how she moaned when she came. Or the way her delicious heat clenched his finger, making him wonder how it would feel on his cock.
Her eyes widened as she saw him approach, her hands nervously clasping in front of her. But then she took a visible breath and calmed, silently waiting for him.
Something in his gut twisted. He could only hope Diane was here because she’d decided to keep crossing items off her list. Because now that he’d seen her again, he knew without certainty that he wasn’t going to rest until he’d had her.
Had her good and hard, and in every depraved way he could possibly think of.
Chapter Six
A fter agonizing all day about what to wear, Diane had finally chosen a red cocktail dress that ended in a straight line above the knee. The cut and hem of the dress were elegant and appropriate for a business event, while the low neckline hinted at a bit of sexiness. She had to admit it: she was nervous about seeing Sam again, and she didn’t want to send him the wrong message.
The problem was she didn’t know what message she wanted to send.
When she emerged from the suite of rooms she lived in at her father’s brownstone, she found he’d grown impatient and left without her.
Typical.
So she’d hopped in a cab and ridden all the way to the Midtown offices. Nerves built within her as she rode the elevator up. She’d debated
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