“Those two years she lived with us were torture, and so, right now..."
Hunter suddenly gave her knee a squeeze, and Eve nearly jumped in her seat.
"I feel like I'm the luckiest man alive, to finally stop having to pretend. This time, I can let you two know, along with the rest of the world, that Evelline is my woman."
Eve could only swallow hard, which then caused June to dab her eyes and Boris's eyes to turn suspiciously bright as well. Her unusual silence probably had them thinking she was made speechless by her emotions, and yeah, sure, that much wastrue...since she was worried about making thewrongsound, with his fingers now trailing up her inner thigh.
It was a relief to have lunch eventually come to an end, with their parents happily agreeing to having lunch with them again next week. But as soon as she and Hunter were alone in his car...
Hunter only laughed as she kicked his shin again and again.
"I can't believe you did that!"
"Believe it, darling."
Ugh.
How could she go from openly annoyed to secretly thrilled just because he had called her 'darling'?
A phone call from his assistant had them making an unexpected detour to his office, and Eve made herself comfortable in one of the leather chairs across his desk as Hunter conducted his business.
Her heart raced as she watched him work. This was Hunter at his sexiest, every inch the commanding and powerful tycoon that he was as he made negotiations over the phone, delivered instructions to his assistant, and reviewed real-time contract amendments all at the same time.
Hunter's silvery gray gaze suddenly narrowed at her, and Eve froze. Why did she feel like she had just been caught red-handed—
His lips slowly curved into a smirk.
And that was her answer right there.
His smirk said it all.
Hunter Ferguson had caught his former sister staring at him like a lovesick idiot, andno, no, no,she would not let him get the better of her like that.
The most terrible and daring idea formed in her mind, and just like always...
Eve didn't bother thinking it over.
She was already moving, silently rising from her chair and rounding the desk.
Hunter arched a brow as he tracked her movement while continuing his call without missing a beat.
"Elaborate on the transition plan..."
Eve dropped to her knees beside his chair. His free hand reached for her, not to stop her this time but to cup her cheek, his eyes questioning.
She leaned into his touch, then deliberately reached for his belt.
Hunter’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t pull away. “Yes, I’m still here,” he said into the phone, his voice remarkably steady as Eve’s fingers worked his belt free.
She could stop now. Part of her knew she should. But the way he was looking at her, with heat and something softer, more vulnerable—she couldn’t resist.
The zipper slid down with a soft hiss, and Hunter sucked in a sharp breath, disguising it as a cough.
"Could you repeat that point about the asset allocation?” he asked, his eyes never leaving Eve’s face as she tugged his pants open.
Her heart hammered against her ribs as her hands moved to the waistband of his boxer briefs.
His arousal sprang free, and Eve’s mouth went dry at the sight.
