I cocked an eyebrow—weird thing to ask.
“I think I’d live in it.” I paused, letting that hang between us. “With a few walk-in closets.”
He sighed dramatically.
See what I mean?
“I knew you were gonna say something about the fucking closets.”
I nudged him with my hip. “They’re essential.”
Theo looked down at me then—really looked—and something shifted in his expression as if he’d just remembered I wasstanding there, sore and dressed up for him. His eyes flicked over me, and the tension thickened again.
“You worethatinmyoffice?”
I let my coat fall open, just enough for him to recognize his shirt. “I didn’t see a dress code posted anywhere.”
“Panties?”
I eyed him. “Nope. Too sore for those.”
“Liar.”
My nose crinkled up as a teasing grin spread across my face. “They’re red.”
He watched me to see if I was still lying before he leaned down, brushing his lips against my cheek before whispering in my ear, “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“I mean, I havesomeidea.” I beamed. “Want to show me again?”
His hands gripped my waist, possessive but careful.
“I can’t,” he muttered, but he didn’t let go. “I have meetings.”
“Then I won’t keep you,” I said, sliding my arms out of his hold. “We can talk back at home.”
His mouth found my neck—hungry, hot, way too unprofessional. And I melted, just like he knew I would.
“I hate when you do this,” he whispered against my skin.
“Do what?”
“Make me want to clear my whole damn schedule.”
“Well,” I smirked, “that sounds like ayouproblem.”
He growled softly, forehead pressed to mine. “Go wait in my office. I’ll finish my calls and then…” He paused, eyes dragging down the length of me. “We’ll see how sore youreallyare.”
I kissed him lightly on the lips—just a taste—before stepping back and smoothing my coat.
“Yes, sir.”
And with that, I strutted past his stunned assistant, straight toward his private office, like I owned the whole damn building.
Well, part-owned. Eventually.
I barely made it three steps toward Theo’s private office before a voice stopped me.
“Carmen.”
