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As they rode the elevator down to the first floor, she said, “You don’t have to spend Thanksgiving with?—”
He snaked his arms around her waist, pulled her flush against him, and kissed the hell out of her. A kiss that let her knowexactlywhat he thought of her. She hugged him tight, slid delicate fingers into his hair, and kissed him back with so much passion his cock took notice.
A lot of notice.
When the doors slid open, she broke away, and released a sigh. “Damn, you can kiss.”
He clasped her hand—because it was themostprofessional thing he could do to—and strode to his car. Once there, he opened her door, sandwiched her face in his hands, and kissed her again. Only, this time, he kept his touch light, his kiss gentle.
And she groaned into him, but she didn’t deepen their embrace. After several tender pecks, she pulled away.
“This is breaking so many rules,” she said.
“ALPHA has rules?” he murmured while nibbling her ear.
“Ohgod, you’re making me crazy.” She moaned. “My rules. I don’t date men I work with.”
“Well, Simone Redding, it’s time to try something different.”
“Why’s that?”
“You’re a smart, determined, beautiful, hard-working woman. Have you ever been married?”
“No.”
“Are you on any dating sites?”
“No.”
“Do you date?”
“Not much.”
“Maybe you should take advantage of the low-hanging fruit.” He pointed to himself. “I’m interested, and I’m the only man standing here. You could do worse, you know?”
Her smile split her face, then she laughed. “You’re an assassin. What’s worse than that?”
“An asshole.”
She laughed. Hard.
They got in the SUV and he returned Sin’s call.
“Simone is with me. You’re on speaker.”
“Someone came to my office today,” Sin began. “He wasn’t sure he needed a fixer, but he didn’t want to go to the police. You both need to hear his story. Come to my office tomorrow at four.”
Luciano glanced at Simone. She nodded.
“We’ll be there.” Luciano hung up, headed out.
Once again, he wrapped a possessive hand around her thigh. If she didn’t like it, she could remove it or cut if off. Either would get her message across. Fortunately, for him, she did neither. To his surprise, she covered his hand with hers and wove her fingers between his.
Baby steps worked for him. This was all new territory for him.
All new territory.
He pulled into her driveway, killed the engine, and walked her to the front door.
