She shrugs, then looks down at her hands, which are fidgeting in her lap. “Nope. Not once. Never had an orgasm with a guy. Not even close.”
I pull down a pant leg and adjust myself in my seat, trying to create more room in my pants for my throbbing cock. Several beats of silence hang between us as I work my jaw.
“You’re serious?” I finally ask.
I lift my head and can’t help but drag my eyes up and down her body. She’s clearly far more innocent than I anticipated. I would break her. But, fuck, the things that I want to do to her.
I could never release the fullest extent of my desires, knowing what I know now, but I could make her feel things she’d never felt before.
“You think I’d admit that if I wasn’t?”
I look at her, longer this time, trying to make sense of what she is telling me. The mood has shifted from casual to heavy—electric.
“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you? Wondering if you could do better.”
“I’m not.”
She’s chewing on her bottom lip as she watches me closely, like she’s nervous about my response.
I sense that she isn’t normally this forthcoming with her thoughts. It makes me want to do the same.
She smiles playfully. “Liar.”
I exhale sharply, running a hand down my face as I try to scrub the dirty thoughts from my brain.
“Come on. I saw that look. You’re dying to prove something.”
“Yeah … well, I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re my best friend’s little sister. And you work for me. Those are two massive reasons why I shouldn’t even be sitting here, thinking about how?—”
“How what?” She leans in slightly.
I stare at her lips—plump and the perfect shade of pink—then stand abruptly. “I gotta go.”
I grab my keys from her kitchen counter and walk to the door. I pause for a moment, then turn around to glance at her one last time. Her eyes reflect heat and curiosity.
“Good night,” I say, then open the door and walk out before I do something stupid.
Instead of riding the elevator up one floor, I sprint up the stairs. There’s far too much energy coursing through my body. Once I’m back in my penthouse, I toss my keys onto the counter and begin to pace back and forth.
I almost kissed her. This is not good.
Chapter Fourteen
Eva
What just happened? I can’t believe I said that to him. I made him feel so uncomfortable that he all but ran out of my apartment.
I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. I got caught up in the moment and read the situation wrong. Even having a conversation like that with him had me feeling hot, and for the first time maybe ever, I felt brave.
If I could just hide away from him forever, I would. But this is my client. My firstbillionaireclient who is providing my company with the exposure that it needs to gain more visibility.
I can’t just let what happened go without apologizing.
Instead of pretending like it never happened and hoping the problem just goes away on its own, I stand up on shaky legs and grab my black robe from my bedroom door.