Sitting so close was a clever ploy on Nate’s part, because I spent the entire meeting trying to remain professional and answer questions whilst discreetly restraining his wandering hand beneath the table. Forecasts and variances had never sounded so sexy when they were being discussed by the influential male beside me with a voice dripping of sex. Not content with only massaging my knee, he’d tried progressively moving his roaming hand further up my thigh, getting the surprise of his life when he discovered what I was wearing. I flushed with relief when the blonde interrupted the meeting and Nate had to leave to take an urgent call. It took him a moment to stand, and for the first time, I saw a slightly flustered side to the man normally so held together. Michael was telling me of his dinner plans for his wife’s birthday when the blondes soft drawl interrupted our conversation as we passed reception. “Excuse me, Miss Collins?” “Yes?” I expected her to continue, but she said nothing else, preferring to tidy up instead.
