“What the–?”
Why was my coworker being so pushy, fussing over me like a clucky hen?
I stumbled and almost fell, but caught myself just in time on a display of kitty condos.
But then my mouth dropped open.
Because it was the guy from yesterday.
The one with the pit bull who needed training.
“Um, hi!” I said, flabbergasted.
What did he want? He couldn’t possibly have run out of food, he’d just bought two hundred dollars worth yesterday.
“What can I help you with, sir?” came my stammering question.
The alpha flashed a grin, making my knees go weak.
“No need to be formal. I’m Evan. Evan Lincoln.” The man’s voice was low and confident, just sexy and deep enough to slither between my legs and make me melt. And he said his name like it was supposed to mean something to me.
What was going on?
The name Evan didn’t ring any bells.
Should it?
Did I miss something?
“Great,” I parroted. “Is there something I can help you with?”
Mr. Lincoln looked around, blue eyes scanning the store.
“Can we talk someplace more private?” he asked.
At eight thirty on a Friday night, the shop was nearly empty. One customer was taking forever deciding whether to buy one gerbil or two while Leah lurked nearby in an obvious way, eyes watching my every move instead of paying attention to the cash register.
I nodded at her, willing the woman to disappear but she only stared back at me, nosy as ever.
Dammit.
“Sure,” came my hesitant reply. “But we only have a small back office. It’s not really a conference room or anything like that. It’s more of a storage closet, where we keep papers and files.”
“That works,” he nodded, voice smooth. “Just lead the way.”
What?
This was so weird.
What was so important that we needed a private space to chat?
But the customer is always right, especially one who comes into your store and spends mad moolah. Especially one who looks like a dark angel descended from heaven in his perfectly cut black suit, charcoal hair swept off his forehead.
So I walked down the aisle, the big man trailing me. And just like last time, his eyes were glued to my ass. I could feel it, that blue gaze devouring me as my bottom jumped and danced on its own.
What in the world?
I’m a sales associate at a pet store.
Mr. Lincoln’s clearly a powerful businessman.
So what did the alpha want with me?
But in two minutes, we entered the back office with all the shelves stocked full with everything from doggie beds to invoice forms. Piles of random stuff balanced precariously, threatening to tip over and spill onto the floor. Gingerly, we tucked ourselves in, the man shutting the door behind his broad back.
That left about three feet of space separating us. Take that back. With my big boobs, there was only two feet of space between us, my girls wiggling and jiggling.
Suddenly, the air grew hot and steamy. I fanned my face with an open hand, then stopped abruptly. How stupid. He had to know why I suddenly felt hot. I swallowed and shot him a nervous smile.
“Sorry,” was my breathless apology. “A/C doesn’t reach back here and our fan is broken,” I said, nodding to an old-style metal contraption.
“No worries,” he growled, blue eyes intense. “This works.”
But his body was so big. Wide shoulders stretched practically from wall to wall. I took a fumbling step back, crushing some random papers. God, I was burning up but didn’t want to look like any more of a fool by fanning my face again. He was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen up close. Mr. Lincoln smelled so good too, like spice and male musk. Make that pine trees and sex in the snow.
Suddenly, I realized just how hard my heart was beating. Could he hear? Could he see for that matter? My face flushed again.
But the alpha just stared.
Intense blue eyes heated me up from the inside. Like he was touching me, hard and dirty.
Oh god. My nipples stiffened, impossible to control.
“Um,” I started again, biting my lip nervously. “Is there something I can do for you?”
A slow, languorous smile stretched his lips.
“I have a proposition,” the man drawled.
I started, jerking back a step. What was this? Did he think I was a hooker or something?
But he laughed.
“Not that kind, don’t worry pretty baby.”
The billionaire put his hands in his pockets, casual and relaxed, and leaned back against the door. But then something unexpected happened. As my eyes followed the flex of his fingers, I saw it then. The bulge at his crotch. The massive tent that was impossible to miss.
His dick was hard.
Oh my god!
This gorgeous man was stiff from being in the same small space as me!
My eyes flew to his, but the man wasn’t even embarrassed. Instead, he leaned back even more, voice growling.
“A proposition,” he repeated casually. “For a real pretty girl.”