“The phrase ‘truer words’ comes to mind. But, you said it, not me.”
I’m on the verge of feeling insulted.
Any other man would be insulted, but as she’s hurling insults at me, I realize she hasn’t taken a step back.
I look into her eyes, and they seem alive, on fire. Even when her back was against the wall in the conference room, and she thought she was about to get fired, she didn’t have this intense look in her eyes.
I still get to her.
A small smile escapes my lips, and I hold my ground—figuratively and literally.
“You can’t deny how good it was between us, in bed at least,” I say. “Reliving that part of us wouldn’t be the worst thing, would it?”
I take a moment to look her up and down, resting for a moment on her tits and pussy. I bring my eyes back up her body and notice that she’s watching me.
I look at her neck and see the pulsating vein there; her heart is probably beating faster.
I definitely still get to her.
Elsa places her hand on my chest, sending currents of passion rippling through my body. It takes every ounce of resolve I have not to rip her dress around her waist and plunge my cock into her right then and there.
Instead, I put a hand on my desk to steady myself.
She’s coming to me, after all.
Wouldn’t want her thinking she’s got the upper hand.
Just when I think I’ve won and I’m going to seal our deal with a fuck on my desk, she smiles her brilliant smile. She pushes me away and walks to stand in front of the window that overlooks Central Park.
Fuck.
“Amazing view, huh?” I say, coming up behind her. “I bet the view from your office isn’t nearly as nice.”
“Please,” she says, turning towards me. “My interns have a better view than this. The view from the Dirty Little Angel bathrooms kicks this view’s ass.”
“I originally had a suite of offices on the other side of the building,” I say, sitting on the edge of my desk in front of Elsa. “But I went on a few dates with the redhead handling the building’s real estate and wouldn’t you know it—a spot on this side became available.”
“So, you used some poor girl for your office view. Charming, Tanner.”
Shit. That story isn’t having the effect I thought it would.
“Tell me, do you just avoid her now?” Elsa asks. “That’s how you operate, right? Lay ‘em and leave ‘em. To the victor goes the spoils—you get twenty minutes with a hot piece of ass and a view of Central Park.”
I stand up, determined to get this conversation back on track.
“She knew it wasn’t serious,” I say. “It was a casual. A few mutually beneficial days, I’ll have you know.”
“Typical Tanner, always focusing on the short-term payoff,” Elsa says. “You can never see past your own needs and desires to accommodate anyone else, cupcake. Admit it.”
“Funny, I remember it was you who broke up with me,” I respond, reaching up to grab a blond curl and wrapping it around my finger.
“I saw no reason to delay the inevitable.”
“So, in addition to being a sexy model and a lingerie titan, you’re also a mind reader.”
Elsa leans in, her full lips inches from mine and says, “You think I’m sexy.”
As she steps back away from me, she looks smug—a little too smug for my comfort.