Page 82 of Risks of Temptation
"Carry your bag in the front of you."
I snort. "All these years, and I never thought of that."
She grins. "See, you need me."
I kiss her. "I never said I didn't need you, ma belle."
Her sexy blush creeps into her skin.
"What is happening at the station at eight thirty at night?" I ask.
"Everyone will be getting ready for the ten o'clock news. I've only been to the station a few times at night, but everyone was preoccupied whenever I've brought Naomi dinner. And it's only about a fourth of the daytime staff."
I glance around us, but no one is on the street. "Are you nervous?"
Emilia's eyes shine. "A little."
"We still have time to find a place to hide you while I go in."
"No, we don't. And you admitted I'm safer with you than anywhere else."
I groan.
"Malin, we should go now."
How is she so calm when she's never done this before? I've been in war zones, and my stomach is pitching.
"Stay in the truck until I open your door."
"Yes, sir."
I slowly check her body out. "You can call me 'sir' later tonight."
She bites a smile.
I get out of the vehicle with my backpack and go around to the passenger's side. I open the door and hold my hand out.
"Is this your chivalrous side?"
"You're quite sassy today." I lead her to the door.
She reaches for it and pulls it open.
"Wow," I mutter. "Total lack of security."
"Yep."
"Let's make this fast. After you."
She steps in, and I slap her ass. She jumps and whispers, "Are you trying to make me lose my concentration?"
"Sorry. I'll behave. What floor is the station on?"
"Tenth."
Ten flights of looking at her pert little ass.I motion toward the top. "Lead the way."
We climb all ten floors. At the top of the staircase, I ask, "How far is Naomi's office?"
