mirror.”
“I ’m sure it looks great,” I said standing up. I walked into the bedroom and looked at my reflection in the dresser mirror.
“What do you think?” she asked , coming up behind me.
I ran my hands through it and nodded. “It looks awesome. Just like I knew it would.”
“Good,” she beamed.
I turned to her. “So, what do I owe you?”
She looked up at me and shook her head. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
I stared down into her s parkling green eyes and swallowed hard. Why was she having such an effect on me? I was used to women flirting, even throwing themselves at me, and had no problem resisting.
But this girl?
Fuck, I wanted to pull her into my arms, taste those beautiful lips. But I knew it was wrong and she’d be completely horrified.
Sighing, I said. “How about I offer you my services?”
Her eyes widened. “Your services?”
“You ever need any legal advice,” I said, pulling out my wallet. “Call me. Here’s my card.”
She nodded. “Okay, thanks. Although, no offense, I hope I never have to use this.”
I chuckled and slipped my Tee-shirt back over my head. “None taken. Maybe we could just have lunch, sometime?”
Sinclair smiled. “If I ever make it out to New York, I’ll look you up.”
“Good.”
My phone chirped again and I pulled it out of my pocket.
Sela .
“Well, thanks again for the cut,” I said, walking towards the door. Sela was going to be pissed that I hadn’t answered her calls, although, she hadn’t left me a message either. It couldn’t have been that important.
“No problem. I suppose I should go find Jesse,” she said, behind me.
I turned to look at her one last time and my eyes were instantly rewarded. The ceiling fan was obviously having an effect on Sinclair’s nipples, because they were poking through the front of her tank-top, which was still slightly damp. I wondered what shade of pink they were and the head of my cock began pulsating in my jeans.
Jesus.
“See you later,” I said, in a husky voice.
She reached up and lightly brushed a piece of hair from my cheek. “There, that’s better,” she murmured.
There it was again, that look in her sexy green eyes. Like she was dying of thirst and I was the last bottle of Fiji on the face of the earth. Or maybe I was the one dying and she was the last bottle of ice-cold beer.
She licked her lips and before I could stop myself, I decided to live.
Chapter Eleven
Sinclair
When his lips captured mine, I moaned and slid my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His mouth was hot and demanding and when our tongues met, my legs turned to jelly.
His hands went around my waist and then down to my ass, pulling me against his pelvis. When I felt Reed’s excitement poking me through his jeans, I had an incredible urge to tear them off and climb aboard, I wanted him so bad. Instead, I reached one of my hands down and rubbed the outside of his zipper, relishing in the hard maleness of him straining to get out.
He groaned against my mouth and slid his fingers around the curve of my ass, then down the crevice until he was lightly touching the junction between my legs through my shorts. I almost came right then and there as I gasped in pleasure.
Holy hell, did I want this guy.
As his other hand reached up and touched my breast, I pushed him away.
“Reed,” I said, breathless. “You’re engaged!”
He stepped back and ran a hand over his face. “I know, fuck…I’m sorry.”
“You’d better leave,” I said, adjusting my shorts.
He nodded. “I’m sorry. I…”
“Let’s just forget this happened,” I said, forcing a smile.
H e stared at me, like he had more to say but just couldn’t find the words. If he didn’t leave now, however, I knew that neither of us would be talking.
I lowered my eyes. “Reed, just please…leave. ”
“ Okay,” he replied, turning away.
I closed the door behind him and leaned against it, wondering what the