Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,217

breath. “Tell me what doesn’t work about it.”

I did as he asked, telling him my thoughts, being so specific I felt like I was a New York Times film critic or something. But Leo wanted to know every detail, every stray thought I had about the script.

As Helen brought out dessert—chocolate raspberry cake—Leo continued to push me, asked me questions. We worked through the script for nearly two hours, making marks on the pages about character development and pacing.

Finally Leo tossed his pen on the table between us and said, “You did well, Sophie. When you push yourself, you really see the heart of things. Of this.” He tapped the screenplay.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Armstrong,” I said. “I’m glad I pleased you.”

“Well,” he said, “let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” We locked eyes, and I wished for the life of me that the table wasn’t between us.

“You enjoyed the work?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “I loved it. I mean, I didn’t do so great on this first go-around but I learned a lot.” It was true. Leo had made me look at the characters I’d normally brush off as one-dimensional in a different way.

I had to admit, I was surprised and impressed by him, by his work ethic, and his willingness to really take me seriously. Something about that fact was more attractive to me than almost anything else.

My desire for Leo had just grown by leaps and bounds in this short time.

Leo nodded, watching me carefully. Helen appeared and asked if we’d like our dessert plates cleared. “Yes, thank you,” Leo said. “And that’ll be all until arrival.”

“Yes, Mr. Armstrong,” she said, and she retreated to the front of the cabin, where I knew she’d stay behind the closed door until we landed. The thought thrilled me so much I felt myself twitch in anticipation.

Once she’d closed the door behind her and dimmed the cabin lights, Leo slowly rose from his side of the table and I almost melted with relief. A part of me had wondered all night if he really did just want to talk to me on the flight to Seattle, but the hunger in his eyes as he walked toward me said he wanted so much more.

He leaned on the armrests, boxing me into my seat. “Now,” he said, watching my lips as I tried to control my breathing. “Are we done with the business portion of the evening?”

Before I could answer his lips were on mine, soft and full of want, and I knew he’d been waiting for this all night, too. His kiss was needy, his tongue going deep, seeking more of me, and I gave him everything back I could. His mouth absolutely devoured me, and because he stood above me while I still sat in the chair, he was at the perfect height for my hands to start wandering.

In almost no time I had his shirt un-tucked and my hand running over the steel of his abs, which clenched under my touch. I looked up at him, his lips full and parted as he watched me slowly unbutton his shirt, his hands caressing my face and neck as if he couldn’t bare to stop touching me. It only propelled me to keep going, further, pushing his shirt open like curtains once it was free from the restraint of the buttons. I looked at his chest and stomach, my hands tracing over his beauty like it was a piece of fine art. The hard muscles, the deep breathing I knew he was trying to control, his strong chest rising and falling, all had me so weak that if I weren’t already sitting, I’d be down on the ground.

I touched my lips to his skin, just above his belt, slipping my tongue out delicately to taste him. Leo’s hands raked through my hair, his breathing urging me on—not that I needed it. I was on autopilot, doing only as my body wanted, and it wanted more of this perfectly formed man in front of me, kissing and tasting and touching as much of his flesh as I could.

This felt so right and so wrong all at once.

I was only here because of lies and deceit and my motive was purely business. Yet, my lust for this man couldn’t be denied. And knowing that the last thing I should be doing was having sexual relations with Leo Armstrong right now, only made me want him that much more.

I was sure I could never