“Cal me crazy, but I have to actual y like someone before I get naked and sweaty with them.”
“Not crazy,” he said. “But I don’t have the time or the inclination to date.”
“That makes two of us. Glad we got that cleared up.” He stepped closer, his hand lifting to my face. I forced myself not to move away or give him the satisfaction of seeing me intimidated. His thumb brushed over the corner of my mouth; then lifted to his own. He sucked on the pad and purred, “Chocolate and you. Delicious.”
A shiver moved through me, fol owed by a heated ache between my legs as I imagined licking chocolate off his lethal y sexy body.
His gaze darkened and his voice lowered intimately.
“Romance isn’t in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.” The car slowed to a halt. He withdrew the key from the panel and the doors opened.
I backed into the corner and shooed him out with a flick of my wrist. “I’m real y not interested.”
“We’l discuss.” Cross caught me by the elbow and gently, but insistently, urged me out.
I went along because I liked the charge I got from being around him and because I was curious to see what he had to say when afforded more than five minutes of my time.
He was buzzed through the security door so quickly there was no need for him to break stride. The pretty redhead at the reception desk pushed hastily to her feet, about to impart some information until he shook his head impatiently. Her mouth snapped shut and she stared at me as we passed at a brisk pace, her eyes wide.
The walk to Cross’s office was merciful y short. His secretary stood when he saw his boss’s approach, but remained silent when he noted that Cross wasn’t alone.
“Hold my cal s, Scott,” Cross said, steering me into his office through the open glass double doors.
Despite my irritation, I couldn’t help but be impressed with Gideon Cross’s spacious command center. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city on two sides, while a wal of glass faced the rest of the office space. The one opaque wal opposite the massive desk was covered in flat screens streaming news channels from around the world. There were three distinct seating areas, each one larger than Mark’s entire office, and a bar that showcased jeweled crystal decanters, which provided the only spots of color in a palette that was otherwise black, gray, and white.
Cross hit a button on his desk that closed the doors; then another that instantly frosted the clear glass wal , effectively shielding us from the view of his employees.
With the beautiful sapphire-hued reflective film on the exterior windows, privacy was assured. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on a chrome coatrack.
Then he returned to where I’d remained standing just inside the doors. “Something to drink, Eva?”
“No, thank you.” Damn it. He was even yummier in just the vest. I could better see how fit he was. How strong his shoulders were. How beautiful y his biceps and ass flexed as he moved.
He gestured toward a black leather sofa. “Have a seat.”
“I have to go back to work.”
“And I have a meeting at two. The sooner we work this out, the sooner we can both get back to business.
Now, sit down.”
“What do you think we’re going to work out?” Sighing, he scooped me up like a bride and carried me over to the sofa. He dropped me on my butt; then sat next to me. “Your objections. It’s time to discuss what it’s going to take to get you beneath me.”
“A miracle.” I pushed back from him, widening the space between us. I tugged at the hem of my emerald green skirt, wishing I’d worn pants instead. “I find your approach crude and offensive.”
And a major turn-on, but I was never going to admit it.
He contemplated me with narrowed eyes. “It may be blunt, but it’s honest. You don’t strike me as the kind of woman who wants bul shit and flattery instead of the truth.”
“What I want is to be seen as having more to offer than an inflatable sex dol .”
Cross’s brows shot up. “Wel , then.”
“Are we done?” I stood.
Wrapping my wrist with his fingers, he pul ed me back down. “Hardly. We’ve established some talking points: We have an intense sexual attraction and neither of us wants to date. So what do you want—
exactly? Seduction, Eva? Do you want to be seduced?”
I was equal y fascinated and appal ed by the conversation. And, yes, tempted. It was hard not to be while faced with such a gorgeous, virile male so determined to get hot and sweaty with me. Stil , the dismay won out. “Sex that’s planned like a business transaction is a turnoff for me.”
“Establishing parameters in the beginning makes it less likely that there’l be exaggerated expectations and disappointment at the conclusion.”
“Are you kidding?” I scowled. “Listen to yourself.
Why even cal it a fuck? Why not be clear and cal it a seminal emission in a preapproved orifice?” He pissed me off by throwing his head back and laughing. The ful , throaty sound flowed over me like a rush of warm water. My awareness of him heightened to a physical y painful degree. His earthy amusement made him less sex god and more human. Flesh and blood. Real.
I pushed to my feet and backed out of reach.
“Casual sex doesn’t have to include wine and roses, but for God’s sake, whatever else it is, sex should be personal. Friendly even. With mutual respect at the very least.”
His humor fled as he stood, his eyes darkening.
“There are no mixed signals in my private affairs. You want me to blur that line. I can’t think of a good reason to.”
“I don’t want you to do jack shit, besides let me get back to work.” I strode to the door and yanked on the handle, cursing softly when it didn’t budge. “Let me out, Cross.”
I felt him come up behind me. His palms pressed flat to the glass on either side of my shoulders, caging me in. I couldn’t think of my own self-preservation when he was so close.
The strength and demand of his wil exuded an almost tangible force field. When he stepped close enough, it surrounded me, closing me in with him.
Everything outside of that bubble ceased to exist, while inside it my entire body strained toward his. That he had such a profound, visceral effect on me while being so damn irritating had my mind spinning. How could I be so turned on by a man whose words should’ve turned me completely off?
“Turn around, Eva.”
My eyes closed against the surge of arousal I felt at his authoritative tone. God, he smel ed good. His powerful frame radiated heat and hunger, spurring my own wild desire for him. The uncontrol able response was intensified by my lingering frustration with Stanton and my more recent aggravation with Cross himself.
I wanted him. Bad. But he was no good for me.
Honestly, I could screw up my life on my own. I didn’t need any help.
My flushed forehead touched the air-conditioned glass. “Let it go, Cross.”
“I am. You’re too much trouble.” His lips brushed behind my ear. One of his hands pressed flat to my stomach, the fingers splaying to urge me back against him. He was as aroused as I was, his cock hard and thick against my lower back. “Turn around and say good-bye.”
Disappointed and regretful, I turned in his grip, sagging against the door to cool my heated back. He was curved over me, his luxurious hair framing his beautiful face, his forearm propped against the door to bring him closer. I had almost no room to breathe. The hand he’d had at my waist was now resting on the curve of my hip, tightening reflexively and driving me mad. He stared, his gaze searingly intense.