Take It (Sinclair 1)

Kalilah: Isn’t that an inappropriate topic for the company messenger?

Nick: Baby, who do you think is responsible for backing up and monitoring the messages?

Kalilah: Either way…

Nick: You want me to come over and test the sound proofing in your office?

Kalilah: You better not.

Nick: Do you want to go out to lunch today?

Kalilah: Sure, what would you like to eat?

Nick: You.

She’d walked right into that one. Kalilah’s body responded instantly and the look he was giving her could tell the whole office what he was thinking if they walked by and saw him.

Kalilah: Nick!

Nick: Is that a no?

Kalilah: Get you mind out of the gutter!

Nick: You’d probably concentrate better after getting off...IJS

Kalilah rolled her eyes and activated her privacy glass. And her computer pinged again.

Nick: Is that a yes?

Kalilah: Bye, Nick. I’m closing messenger.

Kalilah logged off before he could get her any more hot and bothered than she already was. She took a sip of her water and tried to calm her hormones; they should be tired. Kalilah got about twenty minutes of work done before Lena buzzed her.

“Yes, Lena?”

“Mr. Sinclair said you two have a meeting in ten minutes.”

Kalilah looked at her calendar confused. “Lena, when did Andrew say that?”

Lena sounded amused when she answered. “Nicholas Sinclair said you are supposed to be in his office in ten minutes. It’s on your calendar. He wanted to know if you can just come over now.”

Damn. She’d forgotten about that and didn’t remember what the meeting was about. Her attempt to stay away from him at work was officially thwarted.

“Fine. On my way,” she said and grabbed her notepad, pen, and iPad.

She deactivated the privacy feature so people would know she wasn’t in her office and headed towards Nick’s office. Lena was smirking at her like there was an inside joke. Kalilah returned the smile although she wasn’t quite sure why they were smiling. His privacy glass was activated, and his door was open. He looked up when she walked in.

“Close the door.” His voice was far too husky for a mid-Monday morning meeting. Her mind screamed “No!” but her foot kicked it closed.

“What’s the meeting about, Nick? It’s been on my calendar for a week; I just don’t know why.” She placed her belongings on his desk and looked around.

Nick smiled. He moved from his chair and stood closer to her, slightly blocking her from her items. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she was suddenly suspicious.

“I had some ideas I wanted to run by you.”

“Is that so?” she asked, taking a retreating step towards the door. The gleam in his eyes confirmed her suspicion; she’d been trapped.

“Yes,” he said. “I’ve been reading…”