Beguile her: Laws of Seduction Book 2 by Ava Hayworth Page B

has done this intentionally. 
    After saying a few words of introduction, Mills turns the meeting over to me. I stand up and nervously look around the table until my eyes land on James. He is looking me up and down, and it is as if I can read his mind. He is sitting there thinking about how he would like to get me out of my skirt and fuck me against the table. It almost makes me laugh, and for some reason it also settles my nerves. The next forty-five minutes pass in a blur, and I finish knowing that I have done well. As I sit back down in my seat, I feel James’s warm hand land on my thigh, and he gives a gentle squeeze. I look over at him, and he gifts me with a smile filled with promise. His whispered, “Later,” is barely audible. I smirk at him before looking around at the others who seem to have missed this brief exchange. I don’t know what exactly he means by “Later.” Does he mean we will talk later or that he will fuck me against the table later? I am hoping for the latter. The meeting ends with the client lunch next on the agenda, which is scheduled for Friday.
    As a result of the meeting, I will be working with Elizabeth again. I almost feel like I have come full circle. We will be working on a counterclaim against one of the Rothschild executives. I expect the case to take up most of my time. Alex walks me back to my office, and I realize how glad I am that we will be working together more. I feel my phone vibrate with an incoming text just as Alex leaves me. The text is from James.
    Congrats on a job well done. I’m proud of you baby.
    His text makes me smile, and I type back a quick reply.
    Thanks. Want to celebrate later?
    Your place or mine?
    Yours. No roommate to disturb.
    Good point. Finished by 6. You?
    Same
    I had a late night. I’m going to get some coffee.
    Funny thing, I also had a late night. I need coffee too.
    See you in 5.
    I hurry to the kitchenette to find James already there. We stand in front of the coffee machine with our empty cups, and I tease him about not having enough work to do. He retaliates by bending down and whispering in my ear the things he wants to do to me later, making me blush and giggle. I know I should make him stop, but sexy, playful James is hard to resist. My attention is so fixed on James that I almost don’t hear Becca enter the kitchenette. I barely stop myself from guiltily jumping away from James. Instead, I calmly wait for my cup to fill with coffee as James stands silently beside me. I know that if I look at him I will be tempted to laugh due to nerves so I resolutely keep my attention on my cup. As subtly as possible, I shift away from James so that our shoulders are no longer touching. When my coffee is finished, I am reluctant to leave James behind alone with Becca. I turn to Becca who is regarding me with a speculative look in her eye. Great, now she probably thinks I was coming on to James. I strive to make mundane chitchat with Becca. When I see that James has finished making his coffee, I make my excuses and return to my office. My phone vibrates with one last text from James.  
    Don’t forget what you promised to think about…
    My heart sinks as I remember my promise to give some thought to making our relationship known at the office. I can’t help feeling a strong sense of reluctance, but I don’t have time to dwell on the reasons now. The work in front of me is not going to do itself. I will just have to think about it later.
    True to his promise, James takes me out to dinner. He has made reservations at the Gotham Bar and Grill. Although it is a popular restaurant in New York City, I have never been. The waiter takes us to our seats immediately. I watch as James orders a bottle from the wine list, and he seems to know what he is doing. “I didn’t realize that you are a wine connoisseur.”
    James folds the menu and hands it back to the waiter. “I know a thing or two about it, but I wouldn’t call myself a connoisseur. I’m not