Page 39 of The Ice Queen in the Corner Office

He straightened, his smirk replaced by fierce determination. “You made me a deal, Reynolds.”

There was something perversely wrong with me that the challenging look he nailed me with was sexier than all that gorgeous male flesh laid out before me.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m not backing out. Just make sure you’re fully dressed for the entire twenty-four hours.”

He stepped into my personal space and I wrapped my arms more tightly around myself. “I promise to keep my clothes on until you ask me, very nicely, to take them off.”

I snorted. “You have a wildly overactive imagination.”

“You have no idea,” he said in a voice so husky I was finding myself imagining his lips on mine, his body driving into mine, his hands on me. “Now, do you want to wait out here while I get dressed or—”

“I’ll wait out here.” I turned and managed not to look like I was hurrying away from him. “I love the view.”

He didn’t say a word, but I heard the door shut behind me.

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