I stop a few feet away from him but he doesn’t even acknowledge my presence until I clear my throat. Only then does he slowly turn to face me.
“Our room was locked this morning,” I tell him.
“A result of your friend’s late-night visit to my office. My locked, private office.”
I sigh. “Charity can be impulsive, but she doesn’t mean any harm.”
A wry smile plays across his lips. Lips that I’d dreamed about last night, as a matter of fact. Lips that kissed down my spine, up my thighs, between my…
I push away the thought immediately. I don’t want Phoenix to know how deep in my head he’s gotten.
“‘Doesn’t mean any harm’?” he repeats. “She personally threatened me.”
“Empty threats,” I say. “She’s just… protective.”
“There’s no such thing as an empty threat.”
“Maybe not in your world,” I
