He closed his eyes for a beat and muttered, “Head back in the game, McGrath.”
But just as his mind settled, a hand brushed his arm, the light touch making him alert.
“Mr McGrath,” purred a husky, sexy female from beside him. “I’m glad I found you, sir.”
He turned, locking eyes with a woman in a pressed suit with his hotel logo embroidered on the breast pocket.
She had bold pink lips that stretched across her pale cheeks and earthy, bobbed hair that skimmed her shoulders like a set of satin curtains.
“It’s Jamie, and I’m glad you found me, too.” He flashed a grin, letting his showcase dimple dent his cheek. “You’re new. What’s your name?”
“Tabitha.” Her eyes lingered on his mouth, and she trapped the edge of her lower lip with her teeth.
Hmm, that was sexy.
“I’ve tended to the men in the conference room as instructed. They have refreshments…but they’re asking for you.”
She was elegant, sweet, and had a Dublin lilt to her raspy voice. He wasn’t sure if she was the type to be a dirty, hot fuck or the ‘hug me after’ kind of girl.
Though her big brown eyes trailed down his jacket, resting on the zipper of his suit trousers.
Gotcha.
He cocked a brow at her lingering inspection. A fast fuck quickly becoming a very tempting idea.
A blush of pink spread across her complexion, and her lashes fluttered as the seconds ticked by.
The plan to make her squirm was in full swing, and his silent assessment held her under a spell. Tabitha batted her lashes while her body slanted.
“Walk with me,” he said, turning away from thebarista’s coffee shop and sliding his hands into his pockets. “You did well tending to my guests.”
Tabitha smiled, tilting her chin and glancing sideways at him.
“It’s nothing.” Her voice was timid and low, but her body vibrated with something that made it clear she wanted him to touch her.
Jamie sauntered ahead, expecting her to follow. She did without question. “Are they content for a few more minutes?”
“I gave them sandwiches and coffee, so they should be satisfied for a while.”
The word ‘satisfied’ slipped from her lips like a provocative sigh, sending a pulse of heat straight to his dick. Damn, he was more worked up than usual.
“Have you got a boyfriend?” he asked.
Trotting to keep pace with his long strides, she replied, “No. I’m single at the moment.”
The corridor leading to the conference suite was quiet, except for the sound of her breathless pants growing louder.
Flicking his head over his shoulder, Jamie took in her giddy steps and the playful sway of her hips.
She was melting under his attention, like ice cream left in the sun, and all he could think about was licking up the mess she was making.
Marcus had always told him to keep business separate from pleasure, but his dick was already on high alert.
The unexpected encounter with the barista still had his boxers in a twist. Jamie understood playing with hisstaff was reckless and, most of the time, he stayed professional.
However, a little bit of fun could satisfy his new barista cravings and help him think more clearly in the meeting.
Two birds, one stone.
