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lot of subcontractors working to get the building finished in the next few weeks.”
“Yes, sir.” Raising her hand in a half salute, Nicky bit back a smile.
“That’s what I like to see,” Sam grinned.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Nicky sat back in her chair. The prickling heat building inside her body slipped to a slow burn. They were professional friends. Friendship she could handle. Their relationship would be just as uncomplicated as the coffee they were sharing. Except for the frothy star. “What do you like to see?”
A smile crept across his face. “A woman who knows how to take orders.”
Nicky groaned. “You’re talking to the wrong person. I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Dropping her voice to a low whisper, she said, “That’s why I’m the boss of my own company. I’m only good at taking orders when it’s in my best interest.”
Sam leaned forward, his eyes holding her captive. “That’s one of the things I like most about you.” Reaching for her hand, he held it gently. “Am I in your best interests, Nicky?”
Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers tangled with hers. Part of her wanted to purr as flames of desire shot through her body – the slightly fuzzy part melting toward him like an overheated marshmallow roasting over a roaring campfire. The other part wanted to run fast, but her traitorous body stayed glued to the seat. “What was the question again?”
He pulled her gently forward. “Am I in your best interests?”
She shuddered as Sam’s mouth brushed against her cheek. Every resolution she’d ever made about him flew through the warm night air as need washed through her body. She tilted her head, eager for the feel of his mouth against hers. Their lips touched, nudging each other in a gentle caress that left her breathless and wanting so much more. His hand cupped the side of her face, sliding across her skin as her mouth opened under his.
Nicky’s fingers skimmed Sam’s t-shirt. A fine tremor rolled through his body. She remembered the hard planes and angles of his body like a half forgotten journey through time. She craved the texture of his bare skin beneath her palms, wanted to touch him in places that would shatter his self-control.
Nicky twisted toward him, gasping as the wooden armrest dug into her ribs. What was she doing? Bunching his shirt beneath her hands, she pushed away from his chest. Dragging great mouthfuls of air into her lungs, she forced herself out of her chair, stumbling toward the balcony.
Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the handrail, her gaze locked on the lights of apartments on the other side of the village. She closed her eyes. “This can’t happen. I never wanted to see you again, and here I am, making the same mistake again.”
Sam moved from his chair, leaning against the wall beside her. He looked down at her hands, still clutched tightly against the warm metal. “It’s not a mistake. I was a fool last time. I ran scared. I’m not running now.” His hand covered hers, gently stroking her fingers. “You’ve been back six days, and I can’t stop thinking about you…about us. One night. That’s all I’m asking for.”
Crazy, that’s what she was. Crazy to be here. Crazy to still be a little in love with a man who’d filled her dreams with sweet nothings.
He moved closer, the heat from his hand connecting their bodies in a silent promise. “One night.”
Nicky looked into his face. Desire turned his eyes pitch black, scorching her body from the inside out. But there was more, so much more than physical need burning in his gaze. Nicky’s heart hammered in her chest. He’d offered her one night of mindless sex to replace all the nights of remembering what his body felt like.
But she wasn’t reckless. She lived her life like she ran her business. She made plans, analyzed risks, and made decisions based on concrete facts.
There was nothing solid about the
“Yes, sir.” Raising her hand in a half salute, Nicky bit back a smile.
“That’s what I like to see,” Sam grinned.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Nicky sat back in her chair. The prickling heat building inside her body slipped to a slow burn. They were professional friends. Friendship she could handle. Their relationship would be just as uncomplicated as the coffee they were sharing. Except for the frothy star. “What do you like to see?”
A smile crept across his face. “A woman who knows how to take orders.”
Nicky groaned. “You’re talking to the wrong person. I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Dropping her voice to a low whisper, she said, “That’s why I’m the boss of my own company. I’m only good at taking orders when it’s in my best interest.”
Sam leaned forward, his eyes holding her captive. “That’s one of the things I like most about you.” Reaching for her hand, he held it gently. “Am I in your best interests, Nicky?”
Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers tangled with hers. Part of her wanted to purr as flames of desire shot through her body – the slightly fuzzy part melting toward him like an overheated marshmallow roasting over a roaring campfire. The other part wanted to run fast, but her traitorous body stayed glued to the seat. “What was the question again?”
He pulled her gently forward. “Am I in your best interests?”
She shuddered as Sam’s mouth brushed against her cheek. Every resolution she’d ever made about him flew through the warm night air as need washed through her body. She tilted her head, eager for the feel of his mouth against hers. Their lips touched, nudging each other in a gentle caress that left her breathless and wanting so much more. His hand cupped the side of her face, sliding across her skin as her mouth opened under his.
Nicky’s fingers skimmed Sam’s t-shirt. A fine tremor rolled through his body. She remembered the hard planes and angles of his body like a half forgotten journey through time. She craved the texture of his bare skin beneath her palms, wanted to touch him in places that would shatter his self-control.
Nicky twisted toward him, gasping as the wooden armrest dug into her ribs. What was she doing? Bunching his shirt beneath her hands, she pushed away from his chest. Dragging great mouthfuls of air into her lungs, she forced herself out of her chair, stumbling toward the balcony.
Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the handrail, her gaze locked on the lights of apartments on the other side of the village. She closed her eyes. “This can’t happen. I never wanted to see you again, and here I am, making the same mistake again.”
Sam moved from his chair, leaning against the wall beside her. He looked down at her hands, still clutched tightly against the warm metal. “It’s not a mistake. I was a fool last time. I ran scared. I’m not running now.” His hand covered hers, gently stroking her fingers. “You’ve been back six days, and I can’t stop thinking about you…about us. One night. That’s all I’m asking for.”
Crazy, that’s what she was. Crazy to be here. Crazy to still be a little in love with a man who’d filled her dreams with sweet nothings.
He moved closer, the heat from his hand connecting their bodies in a silent promise. “One night.”
Nicky looked into his face. Desire turned his eyes pitch black, scorching her body from the inside out. But there was more, so much more than physical need burning in his gaze. Nicky’s heart hammered in her chest. He’d offered her one night of mindless sex to replace all the nights of remembering what his body felt like.
But she wasn’t reckless. She lived her life like she ran her business. She made plans, analyzed risks, and made decisions based on concrete facts.
There was nothing solid about the
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