Draco (Coded for Love 2)

“Sounds good.” He was eyeing her up, not thinking about food, that was obvious.

She shot him an accusing glance.

He tipped his glass at her.

Long after the meal was done they sat there, sipping wine and talking about everything from their favorite foods to favorite books, the mutual arousal building to fever pitch as they eyed each other across the table. Lara did nothing to break it, she didn’t want to. She wanted to feel his lips on her again those strong hands holding her against him.

“Would you rather be elsewhere, hacking into new ground, other mega corps, maybe?” She asked the question knowing he’d say no, knowing they were both cherishing the slow burn between them.

“Absolutely not.”

“I’m glad. I thought maybe you’d get bored, helping me out with my project.”

“I’ll get bored with the project, but you’re making that so much easier for me to endure.” The look he gave her was both suggestive, and seductive.

She almost suggested they move to the seating area, but it immediately made her think of the night before, the kiss, and how he’d made her feel. Was this wise?

“I’ve been thinking. Working on the database is basically a cover, but it’s going to be safest if I hack into the real stuff at night, remotely, from here. I can plan it during the day, learn my way around the intranet, a

s necessary.”

“Okay…but when will you sleep?”

His yes twinkled mischievously. “Luckily I don’t need a lot of sleep. I manage a couple of hours, most nights.”

Pictures of him strolling around the place at night, half naked, invaded her mind. The thought of him being here, working, while she tossed and turned in the guest room trying unsuccessfully to sleep was too worrying. “Really? You’re not just saying that?”

“No. It’s one of a couple of gifts I have.”

She took the bait. “And the others..? Presumably hacking is one.”

“Nope. Not a gift. I had to work hard at that to begin with.”

“So you’re going to keep me guessing?”

“I should shouldn’t I?” Every comment was flirtations. “I have a photographic memory.”

“Intriguing. Anything else I should be aware of?”

“I’ll let you discover any other hidden talents for yourself.”

“Now there’s an offer.”

He flickered his eyebrows.

Smiling, she ran her finger around the top of her glass. It felt as if they were negotiating a deal, facing each other with the solid breadth of the table in between.

He put his wine aside and studied her. “When do you let your hair down?”

Startled by the question, she didn’t reply.

“You remind me of one of those women in the movies. You know you’re looking at a beautiful actress even when she’s hiding it, before she lets her hair down and takes off her glasses.” His intense green eyes were locked on and lethal.

Was that a compliment? Lara wasn’t sure. She felt stripped bare. Draco already figured her out, he knew she acted a certain way to appear as normal a girl as possible. Not a nut job with a wild scheme to get into her father’s good books. It struck her how funny it must be to someone like him. “Are you laughing at me?”

With brooding eyes, he denied it. “No.”

Her pulse raced. “Just teasing, huh?”