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Her mouth tasted like the melon-flavored hard candies they had given us on our way out of the restaurant, and her body smelled so good that I didn’t ever want to let her go. She fit so well in my hand, and when I began rubbing the back of her neck in time with the swirling of my tongue, she let out a soft moan that instantly made me hard.

She was going to be amazing in the sack.

After a few more minutes of indulging myself with her, I pulled away, letting her neck go. She blinked at me like she was coming out of a daze, and I grinned at her. Her lips were swollen, and her chest was heaving like she had just gone for a jog. Clearly, I had affected her as much as she had affected me. At least I was not alone in this.

“Time to get back to work, boss lady,” I told her, resisting the urge to take her home and make good on my promise of eating her out. That would have to happen sometime very soon, but not today. I needed her to marry me, and she wouldn’t if I freaked her out or came on too strong, too fast. “We’ll have to do this again sometime, though.”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice far off and distant, like she was distracted or thinking about something. “Sometime.”

“Have a good day, darling,” I said and watched as she got carefully out of the car. She turned to look back at me and actually gave me a genuine, heart-stopping smile.

“You too, Gio.”

“Already am,” I smiled back.

Funny enough, that was the truth. I had had a better lunch with her than I had had with anyone else in a long time. I actually enjoyed her company and that was with us not getting along half the time.

Either there was something seriously wrong with me, or our chemistry was so potent that it had me wanting her even if she was glaring at me.

At this point, I was going to go with the latter.

Chapter seven

Victoria

There was something seriously wrong with me.

He had kissed me, and not only did I like it, but I had kissed him back and wanted more! He was the one who pulled away first. I would have sat there forever if he hadn’t. Or worse… maybe we would have moved to the back seat.

Was there anything tackier than having sex in the back of someone’s car outside your place of employment? I was sure there was, but right then I couldn’t think of anything.

My lips still tasted like him. Whiskey sour and a hint of smoke.

When I walked back into my boutique, I realized that it was nearly two hours later. It was a good thing that I was the boss because otherwise, I would have been in huge trouble. If any of my employees came back from lunch an hour later than they were supposed to, I might just fire them on the spot unless they had a very good reason. And going to lunch with a man was not a good enough reason to be late.

Caroline gave me a knowing smile when I walked through the door. It was Guy’s day off, which left Caroline in charge, a job she was both good at and comfortable with. If she hadn’t been moving to Seattle in a month, I would have made her the manager of this location. It was just very lucky for me that Guy had improved greatly since becoming my intern and that he was just as competent and comfortable with the position. The thing that Guy had over Caroline was that Guy bothered me less. Sometimes Caroline got on my nerves just by the way she spoke.

“Did you have fun?” she asked, a large grin spreading over her face as I walked by. I kept walking and shrugged one shoulder while she trailed behind me.

“In a manner of speaking, I suppose,” I answered.

“Oh, that's so great! I’m so happy for you. He seems like a really nice guy,” she said and I snorted.

“Nice? Giovanni? Nah… not really,” I muttered, thinking about how we were only a couple because he had threatened my brother.

“Oh, he must be! He was so charming when he was asking me where to bring you to lunch. Did he bring you to a sushi place? Oh, I’ll bet he did. I once went to this sushi place with…” she started, and I put up my hand to stop her. If I didn’t, she was bound to just keep rambling.

“Caroline, I’m beginning to get a headache. Yes, he brought me to sushi, and it was lovely. Now, is there anything I need to know, or can I get back to designing the dress?” I asked, trying to keep the impatience out of my voice. I wasn’t sure if I had succeeded or not, but she didn’t look mad or hurt, so that was a good sign.

“Ummm… yes. Rex called,” Caroline winced, and I stopped in my tracks at my office door. I put my hand on the handle but didn’t push it open. Instead, I stood there listening to her.

“He asked where you were, and I told him you were on a business lunch and that you would be back soon. He said he wanted you to call him.”

“He called on my office phone?” I asked, puzzled. Rex didn’t have my office line number. He didn’t even know where I worked.

“He did. He left a callback number as well. I wrote it down on a Post-it and stuck it to your desk—in case it was different from the one you have saved for him in your phone.”

“Thanks, Caroline,” I told her and entered my office.

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