gum and looking superior.
"Hey, you're looking pretty special today," he said, gaze sweeping my body and lingering on the length of thigh. "The boss is a lucky man."
"This outfit is not for your boss's benefit, but rather for the man I have a hot date with after this interview. So if you could hurry your boss along, it would be most appreciated."
"If I had known such a delicious treat waited for me," Dante said, his voice sliding up from behind me and wrapping around me as seductively as a caress, "I would most certainly have been here to receive you."
I turned around. He was standing four feet away and I hadn't even heard him approach. His golden hair was tousled and his tight-fitting shirt was untucked and not fully buttoned, revealing teasing glimpses of tight golden curls. He was wearing black pants that were neatly creased and seemed to emphasize the sheer size of him, and his feet were bare.
He'd just come from his bed, I thought, and tried to shake the image from my mind.
"As I just said, the treat is not for you." I might be under orders to distract the man, but any sudden change of attitude was going to raise suspicions - especially if he was our man. "I just have a few quick questions, then I'll be gone again."
"I'm shattered," he said, his expression crestfallen but golden eyes twinkling. "Boris, a bottle of our finest."
"You know I can't drink it." I crossed my arms, forcing my breasts a little closer together and making it totally obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra.
"Of course you can't," he agreed, his gaze barely flickering to my chest, yet the heat of him seeming to leap substantially - flaring white hot then just as quickly disappearing, as if he was controlling it tightly. "With two glasses, please."
Boris grinned and wandered off to where ever they stashed the good stuff. Starke waved a hand toward the office. "After you, sweet thing."
I snorted softly and led the way, trying but not entirely succeeding in keeping the distance between us.
"That knife is an interesting addition to your outfit," Starke commented, his voice low and gently seductive. "And it does put an interesting twist on what you consider a hot date."
"That knife is for you." I wrapped my hand around the handle of the office door and pushed it open. "And if you get too touchy-feely, I will use it."
He laughed. The sound rumbled pleasantly across my senses. "I shall consider myself warned."
But not frightened off, obviously.
The office was no less sparsely furnished than before, although there was one additional item that had been added more recently. As well as the two plush velvet armchairs, there was now also a huge chaise lounge.
Its message was obvious.
I thrust the images of golden skin and hard bodies delightfully entwined away irritably, and forced my feet firmly in the direction of the chair. I sat down, crossing my legs and ensuring the skirt's split revealed plenty. Including, if he looked hard enough, the fact I was wearing lacy black panties. I glanced at my watch and saw it was now twelve-forty five. The power should be failing at any minute.
"I just have a few questions to ask," I said briskly, entwining my fingers and resting them on my lap. His gaze followed the movement and lingered on the skin being revealed. "It shouldn't take that long."
"Please, take all the time you want." He pulled the other chair closer and sat down, the action grace itself. "I am quite enjoying the view."
I made a slight attempt to adjust the skirt. "I would prefer it if you didn't."
"And I'd prefer it if you were naked and putty in my arms, but we can't all get what we want now, can we?"
"Thankfully, in this case, no."
He smiled and touched a toe to my calf. Delight shimmered up my leg, heating me in ways I couldn't even begin to describe.
I shifted so that his touch fell away. His amusement grew stronger, twitching his lips.
"Do you know a man called Kye Murphy?"
He frowned, pretending to consider the question as his deep-lidded glaze slithered up to my breasts then down to my legs again. "Should I?"
"We know he's been to this club."
He arched a pale eyebrow. "And how would you know that? I do hope you haven't bugged the place. That would be most inconsiderate, considering I've gone out of my way to help you. "
"It's the Directorate's business to be inconsiderate