"So, Mr. Michaels--"
"Grey," he interrupted.
"So, Grey, what exactly is the purpose of the business meeting? Are you going to give me pointers on how best to serve your brother?" His jaw clenched and a fire lit in his eyes. "As his new assistant," I added, turning my body toward him. His face relaxed as I took a sip of my drink.
"To the contrary, like I told you, I need a new assistant. I believe your talents will be better utilized serving me."
He placed his hand over mine around the glass and pulled it toward him. His unexpected touch sent goose bumps over my skin. Keeping his eyes trained on me, he took a drink from my glass. His tongue flicked out over his bottom lip to catch a stray drop of the clear liquid.
"My need for you is far more urgent than my brother's," he continued, his eyes burning into me as he took the lime from the rim of my glass and sucked it between his lips. "I'll have one of these, as well," he told the bartender without looking at him.
I pulled my lip between my teeth and bit down to temper the urge to kiss him right there in the middle of the crowded restaurant.
Between the drinks and the stress of the day, I was far past worrying about my responsibility to Elsa Michaels. The only thing I was worried about was getting some release and from what I could tell, Greyston Michaels could give me that and more.
"You are the most stunning woman I have ever seen," he whispered, inching closer. "Those eyes, I've never seen anything like them."
"Oh yeah." I smirked. "What color are they?" I closed my eyes before finishing the question. No one ever really noticed their true colors, so I expected an educated guess at best.
"Well"--he leaned over and whispered in my left ear--"the left is sea green with hints of blue, like the ocean when you're far out looking down into the depths. The right"--he moved around, letting his lips brush ever so slightly over my forehead, to whisper in my right ear--"is blue like the sky on a perfect summer day."
I opened my eyes, surprised at his accurate response. My heterochromia typically eluded most people, even those close to me would say my eyes were either green or blue, never one of each, a trait inherited from my mother.
Whatever was left of my instinct to fight the attraction between us dissipated as I leaned forward until our lips were mere centimeters apart. "You're going to regret me," I whispered against his mouth.
"The only thing I would regret is not kissing you right now," he breathed, closing the gap between us.
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