Gah! Grow up, Penny. Honestly, I’m not a teenager anymore. I shouldn’t get this worked up over seeing a friend.
A friend.
My stomach revolts. Why does calling Dillon a friend cause such a visceral reaction?
The elevator is smaller than I expected it to be, so it takes less than a second to scan the entire space. Where the hell are all the buttons?
Unease climbs up my spine, but before I can form a plan, the car moves quickly, and the next thing I know, the doors slide open without a sound to a small hallway.
It does nothing to calm my racing heart.
There’s only one door, and it’s straight ahead, so I take a deep breath, and walk forward. No signage gives any information about the company, but this has to be his office. Right?
Opening the door, I expect to find a reception desk. What I actually find is an open-floor-plan apartment. Wide open. Like a loft.
Surprise freezes me two steps into the definitely-not-an-office. The door clicks shut behind me.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” Dillon calls from somewhere to my left.
“Dillon?” I don’t mean to speak, but as soon as I do, I spin toward the door. Can I get out of here before he consumes me?
“Penny?” His voice is off, but I’m too nervous to turn around. “You’re not who I was expecting.” A smile lightens his tone.
“Oh, God. This isn’t your office, is it?”
“Turn around.”
A shiver runs through my entire body. His words are rough and commanding, setting off fireworks low in my belly. He makes me want to obey, and I stopped taking orders when I divorced Eddy. But God help me, I want to drop to my knees for this man, and all he said wasturn around.
“Penny?” He sounds closer. He sounds sexy.
Now I’m just making things weird.Turn around, you idiot!Slowly, I release a deep breath, turn around, and instantly wish I hadn’t.
I slap a hand over my eyes and tilt my head toward the ceiling. “You’re naked!” I screech.
“I’m wearing a towel.” He chuckles, making me imagine how his chest moves.
I peek through my fingers, and my mouth goes dry. He’s only wearing a towel, and there’s water running down his naked man-chest. His hard, muscled man-chest. Eddy never, ever looked like that. And yup, his pecs dance like Magic Mike’s, but I can’t stop my eyes from drifting lower.
Holy shit. I might pass out. Do not pass out. That would be mortifying.
Dillon’s laugh rubs like rich velvet against my skin. “If you keep staring at me like that, this towel won’t cover what should probably remain covered.”
Oh, geez. He can tell I’m staring through a crack in my fingers like a lovestruck teenager. I tighten my fingers over my eyes.
“Lochlan gave me your address. I thought it was your work address. I’m supposed to give you this,” I say, thrusting the folder out blindly.
He takes it, and then strong, thick fingers close over mine and pull my hand away from my face.
My body is inches away from a naked Dillon Henry. I gulp. Loudly. The mental gymnastics it takes not to say something stupid, something likeyou’re so freaking hot, is putting me through a workout.
“This is where I live.” He’s gentled his voice, but he’s so close that his words ghost across my heated cheeks, and I almost swoon. Like for real, I nearly black out. “I like having you in my space.”
Oh, God.
He drags his long finger down my cheek, and my eyes close involuntarily as I lean into the touch like a stray cat starved for attention.
“Oh, Penny. I like having you here a lot.”
