Page 55 of Nothing to You
“I haven’t relinquished ownership of your office yet.If I have to walk right in there and take over, I will.”
“You do that.”
“Jane!”Roxie suddenly exclaimed, startling her.The woman turned her back to wander away, a phone at her ear.“Grab Lilya.You will not believe who I met tonight.”
Her?Was Roxie excited because of her?Something didn’t add up, but she did make some connections.
“Jane?Is that…?Is that the woman who married Knox Collier?”
Rourke’s grin burst as a laugh came out under Zairn’s breath.“Yep,” Hotshot said.“One and the same.”
EIGHTEEN
“I LIKE IT,” she said, unsure it was really the best their collective could do.
Not that it mattered.Their meeting was scheduled in a matter of minutes.Time for tweaking had run out.
“You think he’ll like it?”
“I don’t know who we’re presenting to anymore than you do,” she said.
Her colleagues didn’t believe her.Why should they?Rourke would tell her.If she asked… nicely.She could find some way to persuade him to reveal who their afternoon meeting was with.
The door opened and she leaped to her feet.Rourke?Not a happy Rourke.Without a word, he marched over, his glare solid as concrete, and grabbed her hand to turn and storm out, dragging her along with him.
“What is it?”she asked but could only trot after him.“What is going on?”
He threw his office door out of the way and swung her around, propelling her into the room.When she stopped at the desk and turned, the walls behind him were black again.
“We have a problem,” he snarled, stalking her way.
“Horny, baby?”The only time he changed those walls was to give them privacy.“I’d love to accommodate you, but I have a meeting.”
Crowding her up against the desk, he didn’t stop until she was down on her elbows, then he planted his hands on either side of her.
“We…” he said again, slower this time, his scowl still fierce, “have a problem.”
“What is it?”Maybe it was something serious.She’d never seen him like this.“Is it SIT or Huddle Hope?”
“It’s us.”
Now she was frowning.“Us?What’s wrong with us?Are you pregnant?”He didn’t appreciate her grin.“What is it, Hotshot?”Sliding a hand under his lapel, she stroked it around to the back of his neck, holding onto him for balance.“I’m not pregnant, if that’s what you’re worried about.Kids?Me?Please.Not a chance.”
Suddenly standing straight, he left her to drop onto an elbow again while he took something from his pocket.A wallet.And from inside, a black card.He held it up and tossed the wallet aside.
“You know what this is?”
“Uh… a penis extension?”she asked, rising to lay a hand on his chest.“You don’t need fancy things to show off.You’re above average, an amazing lover.”Her teasing pout didn’t amuse him.“Why don’t you spell it out for me, Boy Scout?”
“It’s a credit card.”He stabbed it into her cleavage.“Without a limit.”
“Hmm, okay, thank you.”She put it on the desk behind her.“But the sex was actually free, so—”
“Have I totally misjudged this?”he asked.“Misjudged you?”Now she was just confused.“I thought you got it.I thought we got it.That we were on the same page.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Clearly.”
