Free Slightly Sinful by Yvette Hines

against the floor as she stood face to face with her mystery man of the night. He looked just as good in a suit as he did naked, with his cock filling her mouth. She couldn’t remember how to breathe and her insides turned to Jell-O, a quivering mass of nothingness inside. Heat began to radiate low in her belly and spread rapidly through her body, causing little trickles of sweat to roll down her spine.
    His words cut through the air and saved her from looking like a fool.
    “ Ms. Reynolds, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Nicholas Torres.” He held his hand out as deep silver eyes pierced hazel green ones.
    His gaze didn’t waver or flinch. He’d known who she was the whole time. I should have never removed my mask.
    Roberto Sanchez my ass. Anger and arousal hit her senses concurrently, one playing off the other. As her temper simmered, her sex blossomed and pulsated. Appalled at her own reaction, she tried to ignore the feel of her juices coating the inside of her swollen slit.
    She dropped her gaze to his outstretched hand. Why did he have to stick his hand out? Corporate courtesy be damned. Delilah knew she had to accept his hand sealing around her own, regardless of the electric currents passing between them.
    Just pretend you don’t know him . Refocusing on his face, she pasted a toothy grin on her mouth then grasped his hand firmly and quickly. “Mr. Torres.” She paused purposefully, wanting him to know she fully remembered he had given her a false name. “Let me introduce you to my team then we can get started.” Stepping back so they had to drop hands, she turned toward her staff.
    “Great. I’m anxious to see all that you have to show me.”
    She bit the inside of her lip and eyed him, clearly understanding the inflections in his voice.
    “To my left is my project manager, Darren Johnson. Then this is Sally Pete, head Architect. Lamont Smith, our master craftsman electrician, and next to him is Lydia Chavez, the design manager. On my right are our company’s lawyer, Dwight Madden, and lastly the one who makes sure we all get paid and stay within your expense agreement, my budget manager, Dana Libby.”
    Nicholas stepped forward and shook hands with each Précis Touch staff member, asking each pointed questions about their job and blowing her staff away with his knowledge.
    Charming bastard .
    After he’d finished talking to Dana, the short, brown skinned, buxom beauty of the team, he gave an introduction of his four board members and one of Torres Corporation’s lawyers. Turning back to her, he once again pierced her with his gaze. “If you’re ready to begin, Ms. Reynolds, we can all take our seats.”
    Delilah inclined her head, signifying her readiness.
    “Here you go, Ms. Reynolds.” Les handed her a small remote. “You will be able to control the slideshow from your seat.”
    Taking the safer route, she turned to Les and zeroed her praise on him. “Thanks, Les. I appreciate your thoughtfulness.” Delilah thought she heard a growl come from Nicholas Torres, but she refused to give him any more of her attention than was already required.
    Les smiled and directed her team to their seats. Walking past Torres, she followed her team around theater seats. Twelve people and thirteen seats, out of the corner of her eye, she noted Torres headed to one in the back. Snagging one on the end two rows ahead of him, she sat.
    In the middle of her sigh of relief, Les’ voice intruded. “Ms. Reynolds, you’ll need to sit in one of the back seats in order to control the projector. All of the main controls are located on a console back there.”
    Shit . She smiled at Les who sat in the second to the last row, next to Darren, then eyed the only other vacant chair in the room. It was beside Nicholas Torres a.k.a. Roberto Sanchez.
    With everyone watching and waiting on her, she had no way to get out of it. Rising, she walked to the back row and took her seat a few inches away from the man who’d spent a