Justice Falling (Falling #3)(5)

“Okay. Well then.” She moved behind her desk, putting distance between us. She held one hand to her chest, her breathing heavier than when I’d come in. Smugly, I’d hoped it was me who made her heart beat faster. “Mr. Jensen isn’t back from his appointment yet. Have a seat.”

Instead of sitting in the chairs along the walls, clearly the waiting area, I leaned a hip against her desk. Her cat-eyes scanned my body. She wasn’t running away. That was a good sign. Maybe she liked what she saw.

“Tell me something, Cami?”

“Yes, Mr. Walker?” Her voice was breathy like it was earlier on the phone. It tweaked my senses pleasurably. I could tell she was unnerved and I enjoyed it immensely.

“Nate.”

“Excuse me?”

“Call me Nate. I want to hear my name come from those beautiful lips.”

A rosy hue crept up her neck and pinked her cheeks. She was nervous yet still hadn’t bolted. “Um, okay, Nate,” she said, uncertainty lacing her words.

“Better.” I grinned and she sat. I took that as an opportunity, walked around to the other side of her desk to invade her space further by sitting on the edge of her desk, close enough to touch her. The need to be next to her was ridiculous. It was as if an invisible tether pulled me toward her. “Now, tell me something that nobody knows about you?”

“Huh?” Her russet colored eyebrows furrowed. “Like what?”

“That’s for you to decide. I find it’s easier to get to know someone if you start with something that nobody knows.” She looked down and bit her lip again, possibly to avoid eye contact. Either way I needed her gaze on me. If I couldn’t have her whole body wrapped around me, I’d settle for the eyes.

“Eyes on me, Cami.” With one finger, I tilted her chin to face me. She visibly trembled at my touch. Made me feel powerful. Driven to see it again, and often. “When you speak to me, I’d like to see your beautiful eyes. They’re bewitching.”

“You’re making me nervous,” she admitted.

“That was not my intent, love. I apologize.” I leaned back but didn’t leave the edge of her desk, still wanting to be near her. “Though I must admit, I’m intrigued by you. So, tell me something about yourself that nobody here…” I held my palms up and out to the side gesturing around the office, “…knows about you?” Even though this was my game, and one of the ways I usually sucked a woman into my charm, I was wholly unprepared for her reply.

Cami worried her lip again, and then closed her eyes. “I used to be a gymnast.”

I groaned, and swiped my fingers through my hair a few times. “Are you trying to kill me?” Visions of her long, curvy body bending this way and that…naked…sweating. It was too much. I was hard as steel.

Her shocked expression told me she was not being coy or forward as I’d thought. She really was as sweet as I’d pegged her over the phone. “No. Why would you say that?”

“Because I’m trying really hard to keep my hands to myself, and when you tell me something like that … it’s almost impossible.”





Chapter 2





“Mr. Walker…” I pushed back on the rolling chair. I needed distance from this man. In his presence, I didn’t feel like myself. He put me in a jittery, skin-tingling place I wasn’t used to.

“Nate.”

I took a calming breath. “Nate. You’re extremely forward.”

His lips twitched into a slow grin, a panty-melting, lip-biting, nails digging into the tender flesh of my palm type grin.

“True. When I see something I want--” His light eyes scanned my shape, undressing me. “--I take it.”

“Excuse me.” I stood quickly, and moved farther away from the desk and him, needing the distance. Nate stayed put, calmly leaning against the wooden surface. The dark gray pinstriped suit was elegant, and fitted to perfection on his long frame. It hinted at a tight body beneath, fully concealed in the three-piece designer label. “You know, you’ve got a lot of nerve. You don’t even know me.” I clenched my hands into fists to prevent him from noticing them shaking, desperately trying not to let him see just how much he affected me.

Slowly, like an animal stalking his prey, he rounded the desk moving toward me. I took one step backwards then fought it, feeling ridiculous. It was broad daylight. He wasn’t going to hurt me. Nate reached out and traced an index finger down the side of my cheek. Gooseflesh rose along my arms, and I closed my eyes.

“I want to know you better. Have dinner with me?”

For about ten seconds, I stared at his beautiful face. Dark hair swept back in a sexy style, though I could tell he’d spent time running his fingers through it. Lightly tanned skin, shaped eyebrows the color of coffee perfectly matched his thick head of hair, mustache, and goatee. His lips were full and pouty. I couldn’t think of another term. He had a sculpted jaw and his facial hair was trimmed intricately. It made me want to kiss the lips surrounded by that halo of dark hair. It also made me curious as to how it would feel to have that hair scrape along my neck as he kissed me or between my breasts…my thighs.

I shook my head, realizing I was daydreaming two feet from a beautiful male specimen who had asked me out on a date. A date. A real one.