His golden skin was sleeved in tattoos, and he had piercings in his nipples that I’d learned to suck on when I wanted to feel his cock harden inside me …īut he couldn’t hold a candle to Gideon. He was tall and muscular without being too bulky, his body ripped from constant activity and the demands of being a rock star. He’d looked amazing when I saw him last, his hair spiked and tipped with platinum, his emerald eyes dark and hot from wanting me. “Thanks.” He fell silent for a minute, and in that space of time, I pictured him in my mind. “You’ve wanted this a long time and you deserve it. I’m still trying to get a grip on it all.” He was signed with Vidal Records now, the music company run by Gideon’s stepfather, Christopher Vidal Sr.-a company Gideon inexplicably had majority control over. It sounded even more decadently sexual than when he was singing, which had helped to propel his band, Six-Ninths, to the brink of stardom. My eyes closed as I absorbed that S-E-X-rolled-in-chocolate voice. Determined to keep it businesslike to remind him that I was at work and not available for inappropriately personal conversations, I answered, “Mark Garrity’s office, Eva Tramell speaking.” He’d given it to me so he would always be on my mind-as if he ever left it. I dropped my purse and the bag holding my walking shoes into a desk drawer, my eyes caressing the framed collage of photos of Gideon and me together. I couldn’t shut it off, but I had absolutely no desire to act on it. It was just that we had history and a sexual attraction that was purely hormonal. It wasn’t that I wanted him back or wanted to be with him. My palms were damp just thinking about talking to Brett, and I was steeling myself for the little charge I’d get from hearing his voice and the guilt that would follow it. I REACHED MY desk and dropped into my chair. Nervous excitement raised the hairs on my nape. He sounds like S-E-X rolled in chocolate and covered in whipped cream.” “And I hope it’s personal, because holy hell is his voice smokin’ hot. “I’ve got a call on hold to send your way,” she said. I was just starting to play with how to bring up Saturday night to Gideon when Megumi called after me. I couldn’t imagine belonging to anyone else. I needed a little time to think about the logistics of playing the role of a single woman when I was very much taken. The phone on her desk rang and I waved good-bye as I headed down the hallway to my cubicle. I know Gideon Cross has got to be a hard act to follow, but trust me, moving on is the best revenge.” “I’m just suggesting you be open to the possibility of meeting someone. “Hey.” She set her hands on her trim hips. I shifted the straps of my bag on my shoulder. In any case, it won’t hurt to check out the scenery, right?” I spent the entire night getting nailed to my bed by Gideon Cross … “I had a tough Krav Maga class yesterday.” “Maybe we’ll find you a hot rebound guy.” “Drinking, dancing, getting wild.” Megumi’s grin came back. “I’m game for Saturday,” I said, wanting to be there for her. What girl didn’t want to attain the unattainable? The mixed signals kept the drama and adrenaline high, and the possibility of awesomeness if the guy would just accept the risk was hard to let go of. Those kinds of relationships were tough to quit. My mouth twisted ruefully, knowing the type. “He’s definitely rearranged his life to be with me more often. But we spend a lot of time together,” she argued. I know he’s into me, but he keeps saying it’s not serious and we’re just having fun. She lifted one shoulder in an awkward shrug and her gaze skittered away. “I really like him and I think he likes me, too, but …” “Yeah.” Megumi’s face lit up for a second, then fell. “Michael’s the blind date?” I asked, knowing she’d been seeing a guy her roommate had set her up with. “One of Michael’s friends is getting married and they’re having a bachelor party on Saturday. “Oh …” I wanted to spend the time with Gideon, but there was no guarantee that would happen. “I wanted to ask you what you’re doing on Saturday night.” Her dark sloe eyes sparkled with excitement, and her pretty mouth was stained a daring crimson. “Hey,” she greeted me, looking chic in black slacks and a gold silk shell. She buzzed me through the glass security doors and stood as I approached. When I exited the car, I spotted Megumi-the receptionist-at her desk. I passed through the security turnstiles and took the elevator up to the twentieth floor. Altogether, the Crossfire was sleek and sexy, dark and dangerous-just like the man who’d created it. The marble floors and walls conveyed an aura of power and affluence, while the cobalt glass exterior was as striking as one of Gideon’s suits. If a building could embody a man, the Crossfire did for Gideon. Smiling wryly, I spun through the Crossfire’s copper-framed revolving doors and entered the vast lobby.
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