“It’s all right,” he says, with that rakish smile that I know I’ll never be able to get out of my head. “It’s been a few years. My father won’t have any problem with mentioning her in a press release.”
The heaviness of the moment settles on my shoulders, and I feel like a complete idiot. I look over my notes. We’ve covered more than enough ground for this meeting. Honestly, if he stays in here any longer, I might tear off all of my clothes and throw myself at him.
And that would be a disaster for us both.
I stand up from my seat and Christian follows suit. “Thank you for coming in to meet with me, Christian,” I say, offering him my hand. “I’ll see you on Wednesday for our next appointment.”
He takes it, and a shock of desire explodes in my chest.
One tug and two steps, and he’s got me around the side of the desk, inches away from him, and he leans down to whisper into my ear. The words he says make me even wetter and my heart beat harder.
“You’ll see me before then. Did you think I’d ignore that kiss?”
Then he’s gone, leaving me breathless and shaking in my office, my body begging for him to come back.
Chapter 14
Christian
In the elevator on the way down to the lobby of HRM’s building, I put my fingers to my lips. I can still feel the imprint of Quinn’s kisses there, still feel the sensitive spots where she took my lip between her teeth and bit down just hard enough to drive me insanely wild.
I sensed it the moment I saw her, but that kiss—that epic fucking collision of a kiss—has confirmed it for me. She’s like no one I’ve ever met.
Then watching her sit through the rest of that meeting, so cool, so collected…
At least on the outside.
I saw how her breath caught in her throat. I saw the flushed color in her cheeks, the way she darted her tongue out to lick her bottom lip.
She wanted more of me.
Just as badly as I wanted more of her.
If it were anyone else, I might have taken the risk.
I might have bent her over on all fours on that little sofa in her office and fucked her until she clenched and spasmed in an orgasm around my cock, her coral dress shoved up around her waist to allow me access.
If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t care quite so much about screwing up her job for her. I wouldn’t care so much about adding yet another notch to my playboy belt. Christian Pierce can’t help himself. He takes what he wants, and then he discards the leftovers. That’s the game.
But not with her.
No, with her it’s different. This is so much more powerful that I feel swept away, and I’m the one who initiated the kiss.
It’s different—yet I’m fucking fooling myself. I did take a risk like that. It might be an even bigger gamble than taking her from behind in her brand new office.
Shit. What the hell was I thinking when I told her I’d see her again before Wednesday?
There—right there. That was the biggest risk of all.
I’ve set myself up.
In so many goddamn ways.
I want to see her. I need to see her. I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything in my entire life, and it’s more than just the insane attraction to her gorgeous body. Knowing more about her is an itch I have to scratch, and secondhand information won’t be enough. It would also be fucking weird to ask Carolyn the kinds of questions I want to ask Quinn.
There’s the added complication that she’s been assigned to handle my PR. As far as I can see, there’s not really a good way to get around that. My father hand-selected the firm. I don’t know his reasons, and I don’t really need to, but switching firms isn’t an option. I doubt he’d accept my reasoning, which is essentially that I need to date the woman who’s handling Pierce Industries—me—as a client.
Another twist: I can’t appear to be hung up on her. I can’t appear to always have her on my mind. I can’t appear to be losing sleep because I can’t get thoughts of her smile, her voice, her curves out of my mind. That kiss. That kiss. My cock twitches just thinking about the heat of her mouth on mine, and how if we’d been the only two people in the building, I would have dragged my mouth down the side of her neck, torn off her blazer and that little coral dress underneath, spread her legs, and…
And lost myself entirely.
That’s what I can’t do.
That’s what I can’t do under any circumstances, even for a woman like Quinn Campbell. Even though the world shifted underneath my feet when we kissed. Even though she responded to me like she was born to kiss me, born to touch me, born to fuck me.
I can’t treat her any differently than all the other women. Three dates maximum.
I laugh out loud. Three dates? How am I supposed to take Quinn on three dates when she works for me? That’ll be a red flag. If we’re going to see each other at all, it’s going to have to be in secret.
She must know that. She must know that kissing and fucking a client is a surefire way to lose her job.
Of course she knows. She’s fucking excellent at what she does. That’s why they assigned her to me, New York City’s most notorious playboy.