Maybe while you're on the phone playing with your millions like Monopoly. You, Mr Thomson, will pass Go and collect your two hundred dollars."
His mouth curved against mine. "I can see how this is going to go. You're going to make me lose my mind coming everywhere I can in your tight, sexy body."
"Are you complaining?"
"Angel, I'm salivating."
I was bemused by the endearment, although I liked its sweetness. "Angel?"
He hummed a soft assent and kissed me.
I couldn't believe what a difference an hour made. I left James's office in a completely different frame of mind than when I'd entered it.
The feel of his hand at the small of my back made my body hum with anticipation rather than the misery I'd felt on the way in.
I waved bye to Scott and smiled brightly at the unsmiling receptionist.
"I don't think she likes me," I told James, as we waited for the elevator.
"Who?"
"Your receptionist."
