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closet. From what Chaz could see there were more than a dozen aisles of clothes. He could only see the first row of shoes but figured she’d have just as many shoes as she did clothes. Straight to the back was a wall of accessories. Riley came out with clothes and shoes, a necklace dangling from her fingers and a look of sheer panic on her face.
Chaz eased out of the bed. “No worries. I’ll call for my car. He’ll get you there in no time.”
“But what about you?”
Chaz walked toward her, not giving a damn about the morning hard-on tenting his boxers until he stopped in front of her and watched her gaze dip down.
“I’ll get a cab or I can wait here until my car comes back. You should get your shower. He’ll be here quickly after I place the call.”
She looked back up at him. “Ah. Yes. Shower. I should do that. Thank you.”
Chaz grinned and leaned in to drop a quick but soft kiss on her lips. “Stop thanking me, Riley. If I’m sleeping with you I can certainly make sure you get to work.”
She pressed her hands against his chest. The chilly links of her necklace eased over his bare skin.
“So we’re sleeping together?” Her eyes were wide with concern but Chaz didn’t detect any regret in her tone.
“Yeah. After last night I’d say we are. You cool with that?”
She swallowed and blinked and then squared her shoulders.
“I believe I am. As long as we’re discreet. This cannot get out, Chaz. It has to stay between us for however long it lasts.”
Her tone was adamant, which told him that was the line and he needed to decide if he dared to cross it. Not today.
“I can do a private affair with you, Riley.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him again. “I can do just about anything with you.”
Every part of her relaxed and a smile touched her lips.
“I can do a private affair with you, too, Chaz.”
She came up on the tips of her toes and kissed him, tilting her head as her tongue met his. He was instantly dragged into a heated and sensual moment that was going to change both of them forever. She pulled away first and looked at him for a few muted seconds before going into the bathroom. Chaz stood there, trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened. Then he grinned.
He was having an affair with Riley Gold.
CHAPTER TEN
“ARE YOU OKAY?” RJ asked as Riley stood from the conference room table and began pulling her sketches together. The drawings had been spread out along the table after the PowerPoint presentation. Then the models had come in wearing the designs and she, RJ and several other members from the production team had gotten up to inspect each one personally.
“I’m fine,” she said. “The beading on the Elisa gown needs work. Everything about this line rests on the details. It was in the sketch so I’m not sure why it didn’t translate into production. I may just write a memo to the production team. That way they’ll all know to pay closer attention. But the gown will be ready by the first show so there’s no need to worry about that.”
RJ was perched on the side of the table as he listened to her, and when she came close enough, he grabbed her arm to stop her from moving.
“I wasn’t talking about the gowns, Riley. I’m asking about you.”
Her brother was six years older than her, tall and slimly built. He had a deep voice just like their father, but he was also overprotective and prone to hovering just like their mother.
“You came in late this morning. Very late.”
“So you want to dock me? I’m here at the crack of dawn every day, even on Saturdays, and I stay well into the evening every night. I don’t take sick days and only one vacation per year. Come in late one morning and I’m being scolded like I’m a slacker.”
She yanked her arm away from his grasp.
RJ put his arms up in mock surrender. “Whoa. I’m just asking as a concerned brother because I know how hard it is for you to go off script. Which is why I wondered what happened when I called your office and Korey told me you weren’t in yet and that he hadn’t heard from you.”
Riley was now snatching the sketches off the table. When she grabbed the