But it’s tempting. Very tempting. Her eyes, her scent, all of it is calling to me, trying to drag me across a distance that shouldn’t be crossed. Even the emerald at her throat catches the passing streetlights, winking at me like a co-conspirator.
Cheeky piece of f*****g jewelry.
And yet I can’t stop thinking about how good it would look if it was the only thing she had on.
“You clean up well, Ms. St. Clair,” I murmur, breaking the silence.
Her eyes snap to mine. “Thank you, Mr. Akopov.”
“Vince,” I correct her. “When we’re in public tonight, you’ll call me Vince.”
“Is that appropriate? I’m your assistant.”
“Wrong. Tonight, you’re whatever I need you to be.”
A flush creeps up her neck, spreading across her cheeks. It’s becoming my favorite thing to watch.
“And what exactly do you n
