Page 4 of Illicit Education
With his left hand tucked casually into his pocket, the bottom half of his jacket was parted beneath the double buttons, revealing the way his pants puckered outward below his belt…
Good grief.
Let’s just say histrust fundwasn’t the only thing that wasbig.
Badum chhh.
I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from giggling and lifted my gaze higher. His crisp, white dress shirt was stretched taut over a firm chest, but he didn’t wear a tie. Instead, the top button was undone. A thick, corded neck tapered off to a sculpted jaw, smooth and freshly shaven. He had full, pillowy lips, and his–
Oh shit.
His eyes were locked on mine.
I quickly dropped my gaze, my heart racing. Every breath pulled his delicious scent deeper into my body, giving it permission to tighten a fist of desire around my belly. The elevator stopped and I stepped out of the way as people exited the car, grateful for the quick reprieve from being completely overwhelmed by this man.
But when the doors closed, I found myself positioned beside him, once again forced into too-close proximity by the other riders as they made themselves more comfortable in the newly acquired space–making me less comfortable in the process. My skin burned from the heat of his body so close to mine.
As the elevator resumed its ascent, curiosity itched at the back of my neck, and I found myself raising my gaze in the reflection, a woman with no self-control–
He cleared his throat.
My eyes widened and flew up to his in the mirrored doors.
One perfectly manicured eyebrow rose and my stomach sank.
He’d totally caught me eying his…bankroll. Ha.
His full lips quirked up to the side and something about that smirk made my hackles rise. Embarrassment morphed into irritation. He was just so… so…smug.
My jaw clenched. My eyes narrowed.
I mean, sure, he’d caught me eyeing the goods, but big deal.
He shouldn’t look so damn satisfied about it.
Our silent little standoff in the reflection was short-lived. The elevator stopped to let another person off, and I focused on the floor. Avoiding his gaze was a struggle. I couldfeelthe heat of his eyes still laser-focused on me, and every time I dared to look up, I caught him staring. Boldly. Challenging me.
The look in his dark eyes was hot. Scorching.
Sweat dampened my palms. My skin prickled beneath the intensity of his focus.
By the forty-fifth floor, I was alone with the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on.
And I wanted to lay a whole lot more on him than my eyes.
If this were a romance novel, I’d muster up all my Main Character Energy and I’d press that emergency stop button. Then I’d wipe that smirk off his face bysittingon it.
But alas, this was real life, and in real life, I was a girl with a new job and a desperate need to getlaidto work, ahem,on time.
Withoutthe tousled hair of someone who’d just been thrown up against the wall of the elevator and completely ravished.
Sadly.
As I stepped to the side to put some much-needed distance between us, my heel caught on the hem of my opposite pant leg and I stumbled forward–
Lightning fast, he grabbed my elbow, steadying me with a firm grip that sent heat up my arm and down into my belly.
I looked up into his cobalt eyes head on, instantly regretting it. Those eyes–combined with the sensual scent of him–made this girl weak in the damn knees.