Malcolm couldn’t stay away from Lisa. Evidently, she had read his mind as she swayed into his office without knocking, wearing another black outfit. Malcolm bit his tongue to keep from salivating. Did the woman know how hot she was in black? She carried a sack lunch and flowers. Standing from behind his desk, Malcolm crossed the room to free her hands.
“Food and flowers. You do know how to spoil a man.” He kissed her hair and laid the items on a small table. Lisa waited as Malcolm pulled out her chair.
She jutted her chin and twisted her lips in thought. “Considering my dad is dead, I don’t have any brothers and few male cousins, I would say you’re a lucky man who I intend to keep,” she complimented as Malcolm gently scooted her closer to the table.
Taking a seat, Malcolm mumbled a quick blessing then ripped open the bag. “You’re not eating?”
“I did already.” She smiled, stretched, and watched.
Malcolm licked his lips after he bit into his ham, turkey, and Swiss cheese on warm Ciabatta bread. He grinned. “You’re a woman after my own heart.” He winked and gulped down a bottle of water without pausing. “Plus, you smell good.”
“That’s my flowers. I usually don’t wear perfume, remember? I like the natural scent of my body.”
He lifted a brow. “Is that so?”
Lisa nodded with a mischievous glint in her eye. Malcolm was falling hard. Getting up, she walked behind his chair. As if knowing his thoughts, she pinched his shoulders before administering a seducing massage. “Relax.”
He did, closing his eyes and enjoying her massage. Malcolm wanted to kiss her, but it would’ve been considered an indecent act, especially if Lilly caught them.
“Better?” Lisa cooed as she tilted his head back and planted a kiss before guiding his head up and down in a silent yes. “I know you can’t talk about the audit, but Malcolm, I have to share this….”
Malcolm stiffened and turned around. “Lisa, I won’t talk about the audit. We gave up our rights, or at least I did, to talk business when we became involved. Plus, we’re in my office. There’s no way I’m going to jeopardize my career with a casual conversation that could become misconstrued.” His stern expression backed up the fact that he meant business. I may be falling hard, but I haven’t landed, he thought.
“Food and flowers. You do know how to spoil a man.” He kissed her hair and laid the items on a small table. Lisa waited as Malcolm pulled out her chair.
She jutted her chin and twisted her lips in thought. “Considering my dad is dead, I don’t have any brothers and few male cousins, I would say you’re a lucky man who I intend to keep,” she complimented as Malcolm gently scooted her closer to the table.
Taking a seat, Malcolm mumbled a quick blessing then ripped open the bag. “You’re not eating?”
“I did already.” She smiled, stretched, and watched.
Malcolm licked his lips after he bit into his ham, turkey, and Swiss cheese on warm Ciabatta bread. He grinned. “You’re a woman after my own heart.” He winked and gulped down a bottle of water without pausing. “Plus, you smell good.”
“That’s my flowers. I usually don’t wear perfume, remember? I like the natural scent of my body.”
He lifted a brow. “Is that so?”
Lisa nodded with a mischievous glint in her eye. Malcolm was falling hard. Getting up, she walked behind his chair. As if knowing his thoughts, she pinched his shoulders before administering a seducing massage. “Relax.”
He did, closing his eyes and enjoying her massage. Malcolm wanted to kiss her, but it would’ve been considered an indecent act, especially if Lilly caught them.
“Better?” Lisa cooed as she tilted his head back and planted a kiss before guiding his head up and down in a silent yes. “I know you can’t talk about the audit, but Malcolm, I have to share this….”
Malcolm stiffened and turned around. “Lisa, I won’t talk about the audit. We gave up our rights, or at least I did, to talk business when we became involved. Plus, we’re in my office. There’s no way I’m going to jeopardize my career with a casual conversation that could become misconstrued.” His stern expression backed up the fact that he meant business. I may be falling hard, but I haven’t landed, he thought.
