“A tempting thought, but I don’t want to be responsible for the spike in the unemployment rate it would cause. And you can stop right there. That’s close enough.”
Only a few feet away, he stops and stares at me from under lowered brows.
When his hungry gaze drifts over my body again, I say succinctly, “I don’t give you permission to touch me.” Then I slide my butt onto his desk, lean back on my hands, and cross my legs.
Swinging one foot slowly back and forth, I smile at him.
His eyes flash. A muscle in his jaw flexes. He inhales slowly, his nostrils flaring when he exhales.
It’s a dangerous game I’m playing, but holy hell, it’s fun.
“My car, Callum.”
He growls, “It’s gone. I’ll buy you whatever you want to replace it.”
“Fine. I want the same make and model. The same year and color
