Draco (Coded for Love 2)

Moments later he walked toward her again, putting on the jacket as he closed the space.

“Gorgeous,” she murmured.

“I didn’t realize I’d have to look ‘gorgeous’ for the task.”

“You don’t. I consider it an added bonus.” Staring at him as calmly as she could she brazened it out.

His mouth twitched into a smile, the look in his eyes brooding.

What happened to staying level headed? Within minutes the sight of him half undressed led to mutual flirting. Could she even be trusted to watch him undress a third time? Probably not. “No alterations needed, do you agree, Carmichael?”

“Absolutely, Madam.”

Once they were done and he was back in his own clothing, Lara rose to her feet and crossed to the glass cabinet where the cash register was located. Harry had warned her the fancy register was for appearance’s sake only, which was just as well because she wouldn’t have known where to start with it. It was a brass contraption and looked as if it was a hundred years old. Tucked discreetly behind it she noticed a credit card scanner.

“You sure about all this expense?” Draco was by her side but was looking at the suits hanging over his arm, searching inside for price labels.

“You have to look right, and that means the right sort of office armor.”

“Armor?” Instantly he stopped searching for labels and looked at her with disbelief. “You serious?”

“I like to think of it that way. Makes it seem a bit more interesting.” She gave him a quick smile and handed over her card to Carmichael when he stepped behind the desk.

He set the card in a small brass dish and then relieved Draco of the garments he was carrying. Laying them out on the glass cabinet, he set about the mammoth task of folding them and placing each item in tissue paper and boxes, before he rang up the tickets he retrieved from somewhere deep in the pockets.

“Office armor,” Draco repeated, with a laugh. “I’ve never heard it called that before.”

She was about to ask if he’d ever worn a suit before, then thought twice about it. Right now the atmosphere between them was relaxing and she was actually looking forward to the rest of the day, when she would introduce him to their living quarters, and take that first leap into software at Compton Finance.

“This situation seems to be getting out of hand,” Draco said when their purchases were all neatly boxed and stacked.

He was right, there was far too much for them to carry. “Thank you, Carmichael. Once you’re done, could I trouble you to call

us a taxi?”

When the cab arrived, Carmichael insisted on loading the packages himself.

“I enjoyed this even more than I thought I would,” Draco commented, looking deep into her eyes once they’d climbed into the car.

She clicked on her seatbelt. “Good. The business look suits you.”

“I meant being with you.”

Blatant, and he seemed closer still, without having moved.

She could smell his cologne, see the confidently-seductive look in his eyes.

The taxi driver’s door shut, the car pulled away, and still Draco held her gaze.

Her pulse raced, her desire soaring.

How was she going to stop herself melting into a puddle every time they were alone? Ironically, she realized it might have been easier if he had been an obnoxious teen in a hoodie. But he wasn’t, and every atom of her body kept reminding her of that fact.

CHAPTER FIVE

“This will be your home for the duration.” She unlocked the heavy oak door and Draco followed her in.

He stared around the elite riverside apartment, trying not to look impressed. “It’ll do.”