"That's the point," he says, his large, warm hands dropping to her hips, holding her there gently.
She has to remind herself to inhale. She feels so utterly hopeless. They've only been talking for a minute and he is already starting to make her wet. This shouldn't be normal.
When she continues to stare at him in awestruck silence, he grins and tilts his head down the hall. "Come on," he says, taking her hand and guiding her towards the elevator.
She's all-too-aware that eyes are following them as they walk down the hallway, whispers starting the moment they turn a corner. He doesn't seem to care. In fact, he is practically purring with pleasure.
She wonders how she managed to make the man fall for her so badly. Maybe it's just pheromones and biology. Maybe once she's gotten pregnant, t
