“Oh, God.” I fall onto the sofa and cover my face with my hands. When I peek through my fingers, I see him watching me, an amused smile playing on his lips. “You know,” I venture, “if you let me out of the tower, we can have this same kind of fun in the office when we’re supposed to be working.” The steel in those silver eyes begin to melt. He drops his chin to his chest. “Fuck.” That’s how I know I’ve won this one.
