“Charm. Is that what you’re calling it these days?”
He gave an exaggerated nod and pulled into the underground parking garage with a smile. “Damn straight. You’re charmed, aren’t you?”
Yeah, I was, dammit. “Maybe. Keep trying and I’ll let you know when I’m fully charmed, Terry.”
His deep chuckle vibrated in the confines of the car, and I felt each reverberation deep in my belly and shooting out through my nipples. It was so bad I clenched my thighs and slammed my eyes shut to stop the wave of desire that flowed through me.
“You know what, Kat? I just might do that.”
Oh please for the love of Irish whiskey, please don’t let this man try to charm me further. I didn’t think I could handle it.
“I’ll be sure to hold my breath.”
Terry laughed again as he slid into my reserved parking spot and stepped out of the car, the sound he left behind nearly as potent as his scent.
“I don’t mind if you hold your breath, princess.” He flashed a smile and held out a hand to help me from the car. “Blue is a great color on you from what I remember.”
Yeah, I shuddered at his compliment and the heat in his eyes, but I also brushed past him before I did something stupid like kiss him again. The elevator was stifling, his scent wrapped around me like a hug and I felt his gaze taking me in. “Stop.”
“I’m not doing anything.” His voice was pure sex and his lips quirked up into an amused grin. “Not. One. Damn. Thing.”
That’s what he said but the minute we were alone in my office, he dropped down on the sofa near the window and pulled out his phone, pretending to ignore me even though I felt his gaze aimed right at my legs.
“I can feel you staring, Terry.”
“Would you rather feel me touching you, Kat?”
Fuck me, why did his voice sound so much like warm honey?
“If I say yes, are you gonna run away and tell my brother on me?”
It was a nasty taunt but we both knew it was true. At least a little bit.
The heat in Terry’s blue eyes told me he wanted, more than anything, to come across my office and touch me. But either he thought I was a stuck up rich bitch, or he was worried about Jasper.
Either way, the only person touching these legs anytime soon would be me.
Chapter Eighteen
Terry
Watching Kat in her element, working and bossing around every single person in sight was torture. Pure fucking torture but I loved every damn minute of it. Maybe it was the black pantsuit that hugged her tits and ass, and damn, those thighs…were those pants painted on? She wore it because she thought it made her look like a badass, and it did, but Kat could wear a trash bag and still be badass.
Everything about the woman was sexy as fuck. She was impressive as hell, aggressive and bold, forceful when needed and sweet as pie when honey would get the job done. In fact, she was a lot like Sadie, I realized. When employees came to her for advice, she was happy to offer it up in the plainest way possible, but she expected perfection. Always.
“I don’t want to hear excuses, Jamie. I just want it done. Got it?”
The poor suit didn’t know how to respond to that sapphire glare that was icy enough to freeze him dead, so he nodded and backed away slowly, gently shutting the door behind him.
“Jeez,” she said, shaking her head, “how hard is it to do your fucking job?”
I shrugged. “I always do my job perfectly, so I don’t have an answer for you.” She glared at me and I laughed. “It’s true.”
Kat turned back to her computer and tapped furiously on her keyboard, the way she did when she was pissed and trying to be nice to someone. Eventually she leaned back in her seat and blew out a long breath.
“All right, I need to get out of here. Lunch?”
I blinked and looked around the empty office before pointing to myself. “With me?”
She rolled her eyes and pushed out of her chair with a groan.
“No, with Jim from marketing. Go ask him for me will ya?” Kat shook her head and reached for her purse. “Yes or no, Terry?”
My lips curled into a smile as I unfolded myself from the plush sofa.
“Yes. I’ll drive.”
Kat groaned but she didn’t argue, a pity really, since she was so damn sexy when she was all riled up. But the surprises kept coming when she directed me to a funky little bistro in the heart of Glitz.
“There’s customer parking around back,” she said matter of factly, her gaze burning the side of my face. “What?”
I shrugged and maneuvered the car around the block and through the narrow alley. “Nothing. Just surprised this is where you want to eat.”
Inside the place looked like your basic greasy spoon diner, but if it had been purchased by some Warhol wannabe with booths in three different colors, paintings hanging crooked on the wall and light jazz playing in the background.
“Are you fucking with me, Kat?”
She looked around as if she was trying to see the place from my perspective and laughed. “No, I’m not. They have excellent French onion soup and the service is incredible.”
It was hard to believe her, but as soon as we were seated, a teenager came up to the table with a smirk. I was ready to jump in if I needed to, but he leaned forward and held up a fist, which Kat bumped, shocking the shit out of me. “Kat, you’re breaking my heart, babe.”
Babe? The kid couldn’t be more than eighteen years old and here he was, flirting with Kat and giving me a dirty look. Kat laughed.
“This is my friend Terry, Leander, and you have nothing to worry about. He thinks I’m a princess.”
“You are, babe. And I’m trying to make you my Irish queen.”
Damn the kid was smooth and
