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She turned her head so they were nearly eye-to-eye. “I really am sorry that I ruined things.” She exhaled. “I was having a lot of fun.”

“It’s okay,” he reassured. “You weren’t to know what I was going to do.” Her inability to control proceedings had been the point.

“I should have told you.” She pressed her lips into a hard line. “Should have made it clear I didn’t want that.”

“Maybe.” That would have helped, but knowing Draco, he might still have tried his luck. In his view, there was nothing quite like anal. He supposed out there in the big wide world, there were people who didn’t enjoy the act, but he’d never understood why. “It doesn’t matter now.”

I really wish I could make it up to you. The words never escaped her mouth, but her huge imploring eyes told the story themselves. Seizing the opportunity, Draco smirked.

“Maybe you can make it up to me...”

“I’d like that.” Her breathing sped up as she shifted in his direction. “By reviewing your contract, you mean?”

“Yes, you can review the contract.” Draco was feeling better already, ideas for how she might recompense him flooding his senses. “And after that, we’ll explore what else you can do.”

Chapter Ten

Draco

“MISS CRAIG?” LEANING against the doorframe, Draco smirked at her coy smile. She looked resplendent in yet another tight-fitting business suit. The fitted jacket just begged for him to tear the buttons away with one rough jerk. “Right on time.”

“Of course.” Lifting the briefcase between them, she continued. “I am never late for meetings.”

“I appreciate your efficiency.” And the way you look in that outfit. “Come in.”

Shifting away from the frame, he held the door open, breathing in her delicious scent as she squeezed past him. Three days had passed since he’d last had the pleasure of her company, but after exchanging numbers, they’d been in regular communication. Draco had emailed her an electronic copy of his family contract, exploiting his legal issue as a reason to be in touch, but the truth was, he’d wanted to see her again.

He didn’t like to admit it, even to himself, but he’d come to relish the rush of each message, his heart racing every time the familiar thrum of an incoming missive met his ears. Closing his eyes fleetingly, he recalled the morning’s recent flirty text exchange.

‘ARE WE STILL MEETING this morning?’

He’d tried to play down his desire, although surely, she realized how much he longed for her? Hadn’t the way he’d driven her home on the day they’d met, settled her into her downtown apartment, and checked in on her with messages later that day revealed his intentions? Hadn’t every message he’d sent since reinforced the same?

Shit.

An odd mix of feelings surged through him at the memory. Had he been too obvious? Draco prided himself on his cool demeanor around women. Usually, he never returned their calls, but there had been something about Moira from the very start. That’s why he’d tuned into her energy at the bistro, and the reason he’d stepped in. Sure, pissing off Monroe had been a bonus, but it had always been about Moira.

‘Of course. I’ve taken the day off from work.’ Her reply had been instantaneous, but it was the second text that had really sent his senses scattering. ‘Sir.’

Oh, fuck. His balls tightened at her provocative response. She wanted him, too, then. This wasn’t all just a figment of his imagination.

‘That’s what I like to hear.’ He grinned as he sent his missive. He knew instinctively what she needed to hear, as though he’d been waiting to say it to her all of his life. ‘Good girl.’

He wished he could have seen her reaction to the praise, but mentally he envisioned the heat rising at her face at the same time it grew between her legs. Mentally, he imagined tying her up and splaying her slender thighs before helping himself to everything she had to offer again...

YOU’RE OVERTHINKING. The retort echoed in his head as he snapped back to the there and then. Locking the door, he turned to watch her walk to the elevator. She has a great ass. His lips curled as he admired it. I’ll figure out what the problem is and screw it. There was an odd satisfaction in the inner dialogue, as though clinging to the superficial goal was keeping him afloat. This is about getting out of the contract and enjoying great sex. But even as the thought rebounded, a part of him knew it was a lie.

Draco could have chosen any legal counsel. He had the money and inclination to pay for the very best, but the matter of the contract had become something of a side issue. Yes, he’d discover a way out of its confines, but the matter wasn’t nearly as enthralling as figuring out the secrets of the mysterious brunette waiting for him.

“Have you had any more run-ins with Monroe?” The idea of the slimy bastard following or threatening her sent fury coursing around his blood.

“Suzy messaged me to say he called the office.” Pausing, she sighed. “Says he’s going to take over the Monroe business and he wants me to report to him instead of his father.”

“Fuck that.” Draco had no right to respond that way, but sensed she would agree with his assertion.

“Exactly.”

He watched as she nodded in agreement.