Page 27 of Betrayal

“You said Duck.”He swung her around and kicked the front door closed.Her back was against the wall, and she’d never felt safer in her life.

“I don’t want you to pretend when you’re with me.”Anna rested a hand on his chest, his heart racing beneath her fingers.

“You don’t know who I am,” he said harshly.

“I know bits.I want to know more.”

“Donna’s been with me a decade.She’s my right hand.”

“Married?”

“What the f”—he dragged a hand through his hair—“widowed.”

“Makes sense.”

“Not much around you makes sense.”Exasperation looked good on him.

“You’re stingy with personal information.Makes it hard to have any kind of relationship.”

“Maybe I don’t want a relationship.”He scowled.

She hooked an ankle around his calf to draw him closer.“You want a hot, sweaty fuck that short circuits any functioning brain cells, then you want me to leave so you can get some sleep.You might run to flowers the next day.”

“Sounds like a good starting point.Although hand-made Belgian chocolates might work better for you.”

“Not going to happen.But you’ve already worked that out.”Anna patted his chest and unlinked her ankle, although the stirring of his cock against her was a nice boost to her ego.“You give, I give.”

“Give what?”

“A piece of yourself.”

“To repeat someone in this room—not going to happen.”

“Some of it happens without you.Casildo is your friend.I’ve known him professionally for years.He’s an angel.”

Hunter grunted.

“Maha is another friend of yours.I saw what she’s built, is building.She said you helped her, and no one was twisting her arm.You were ordinarily kind to a hospital patient today.No grandstanding for your audience of one—me.”

“I’m a saint.Maybe you should write the business blogs.”He cocked an eyebrow, all bashful embarrassment.“I forgot.They wouldn’t accept copy from you, because you’re a creative thinker, not a realist.”

“Ask my family.I’m the pragmatist and the solution seeker.There’s another thing.”She sauntered toward the middle of the room, glancing over her shoulder to see where his gaze settled.“For a man only interested in sex, you spend no time ogling my bits.”

His gaze dropped from the ceiling to her.

“My tits, my bum, my legs.You actually look at my face when you’re talking to me.It’s a dead giveaway that you’re decent.”

“I can look at your tits and bum.”

“Don’t forget my legs.”Anna grinned.“It’s too late to start now.I’ll know you’re putting on an act.”

“Are we discussing the contract or my seduction style?”

“I can multi-task.”

“I’ve got water, or we do fresh juice.Today we’ve got orange.”In response to her raised eyebrow, he added, “Water’s in the cooler.The juice we make on-site.Buy the fruit at the local market.Saves food miles.”

“Water thanks.Where do you want me?”She giggled.“That came out wrong.You said something about an office.”She scanned the large open space.

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