Then he pulled his hand away.
Tabitha gasped, and a strangled moan caught in her throat while her eyes pleaded.
But Jamie was already fixing his cuffs and steppingback.
“You’ll wait,” he said, voice deep. “You don’t get my dick just because you’re desperate. You’ll earn it.”
Her lips parted. “But?—”
“Later. I’m busy now.”
In control, he adjusted his zipper and fixed the hard dick he needed to ignore, a teasing smirk playing across his lips. The game was on.
By the time she came knocking on his door, Tabitha would be dripping and ready to be a very naughty girl.
“Okay, sir.” She blew out a breath and pushed off the wall.
“It’s Jamie,” he corrected, checking his suit was in order. “You can call me sir when you're kneeling for me.”
Jamie waved his arm toward the door, signalling her to leave the room and return to the hallway.
Tabitha had pretty eyes, but the colour was wishy-washy compared to the woman who had found his father.
The barista’s glacier-blue eyes lingered in his thoughts, capable of drowning any man bold enough to break through their icy surface. However, Jamie knew how to stay afloat.
He shook the image of her from his mind and strode down the corridor. Tabitha hurried after him, the scent of lust radiating off her.
Loud chatter spilled from the conference room, growing impatient with each passing second.
He swung the door open, his voice booming. “Gentlemen!”
He glanced back at Tabitha, still standing in the hallway,looking like she either needed a big hug or a hard dick to ruin her.
“I’m staying in the Lagan penthouse suite. I like red lace and black leather.” His voice carried a low rumble that filled the air.
“McGrath! You gonna keep us waiting any longer?” one man called from around the long rectangular table.
Jamie gave a curt nod to Tabitha, then turned his attention back to the group, marching into the room to finish up.
“I had to handle an important family matter. My apologies for the interruption, gentlemen.”
A balding man with ears like trophy handles spoke up. “You think we have all day to wait around for you, McGrath? I’ve got other business to attend to.”
Jamie’s eyes locked onto his. “If you’re gonna be a dick about it, why don’t you leave? One less name on the list. And forget about VIP access to the winner’s circle. Now, get the fuck out of my meeting.”
The guy paused, taken aback, then cleared his throat. “I only meant to point out how long we’ve been waiting. I’ve got other meetings scheduled, and this is cutting into my time. Sorry, Jamie.”
“Yeah, you’re sorry. I’m sorry. We’re all fucking sorry.” Jamie shrugged. “Now let’s build a fucking bridge and get over it. Unity isn’t for sale. But I’m willing to take on new partners if you bring winners to the game.”
Jamie sat at the head of the table and leaned back in his chair, his mind momentarily drifting. He couldn’tshake the thought of the barista, her presence lingering in his mind like the aftertaste of a strong cup of coffee.
She had a vibe about her, the kind that made him think there was more beneath the edgy surface. Something rare.
Especially in his world, where everyone seemed to want him for his cash, and she hadn’t taken a single note.
Jamie checked his watch, the 18-karat gold a cool contrast to the heat building in his veins. He had thirty minutes before he’d have to wrap things up and handle the next part of his day.
Plenty of time to wander across the road.
