the sting of humiliation had begun to settle somewhere deep behind her ribs. The bar's dim lighting made it
the tinkling of glasses and the muted chatter of the city's elite. It was the kind
le. Today had been hell. She had spent months preparing the marketing pitch of her life, only to have her idea shot down in front of a full boardroom by a junior exec who c
iskey in a bar she couldn't really afford, i
deep, with the kind of confidenc
y tailored navy suit that hugged broad shoulders and a trim waist. His tie was loosened, and the top two buttons of
smoke-gray with an edge of steel-and the
ng the glass down. "Let
eside her uninvited. "But I've had my share of rough days
be I
s it w
ring him. "That depends. Are yo
not b
n how to flirt-how to feel anything that wasn't strategic or guarded. But something about him-his unshakabl
ur name?"
d. "Let's not do
flag. An exit sign. But inst
na
No baggage. J
etween them, bol
arely did dating. Her last relationship had left scars that hadn't fully healed, and she'd burie
ice low. "You always prop
o look like they need to rem
was like gravity, drawing her in until logic blurred and heat replac
ht now," she said, mor
in, brushing his fingers lightly o
s breat
sting lightly on her thigh, the city's lights a blur outside the window. Neither
reathless. She leaned against the wall, and he caged
ill change
't wan
he doors slid open, he grabbed
arble, plush furniture and dim lighting that set th
wed by his tie, his shirt, her blouse. Their kisses were wild, frenzied, filled with everything unspoken and unme
d. Every touch was an unspoken command. Every gasp, a surrender. His body covered hers on the bed
t want to. In that moment, he w
aises and curses, his voice rough with hunger. And when she came undone beneath him, her fingers d
flicker across the ceiling, she realized she hadn't jus
one in the soft dawn li
-"Thanks for the distraction. No regrets."-and