Pulled Under

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“You’re up,” she murmured.

Eric nodded, took two steps and stopped. He rolled his ax back and forth on his shoulder and didn’t turn around when he said, “Watch your step.”

Crossing her arms under her breasts, she considered him for a brief moment. “Courtesy or warning?”

“Yes.” And then, in the space of a single heartbeat, his whole persona changed—his shoulders squared, a dimpled smile appeared, his eyes were alight with flirtation and the promise of fun.

Surprise made her clumsy as she stumbled into someone. “Sorry,” she murmured, regaining her balance.

“You’re welcome in my personal space anytime...Investigator.”

Spine rigid, she spun and glared at Levi. “What were you doing, dragging me onstage and then getting a little bump and grind going?” She hated that her voice shook. It wasn’t much, but he would certainly notice.

He did. “You weren’t completely averse to it, so stop acting as if it bothered you.”

That was exactly the problem. It had bothered her, but not the way he assumed.

“I’m here to observe your reporting practices,” she sputtered, stomach lodged in her throat. “Now. And please put some clothes on.”

“I’d prefer to shower and get dressed. You can either wait for me, or we can go over the books with me like this.” He swept a hand down his body like a Price Is Right showgirl offering up the prize package.

She couldn’t help but picture him in the shower, wet, soapy, head tilted back under the spray. “I want you... Take me...now...” She trailed off, eyes locked on his pecs.

“Yeah?” His voice was low and smooth, like heated dipping chocolate.

Looking up, she whispered, “Yeah.”

He stepped in close. “Feeling’s entirely mutual.”

She finger-walked her hand up his chest, weaving her hand through his hair and feathering her finger through his waves. “Is that so?”

“We are absolutely on the same page,” Levi breathed, running his hand from her wrist to her shoulder and down her side to rest at her waist. He lowered his face toward hers.

The moment their lips touched, she smiled. “Excellent. Then we’re both interested in getting to the books as fast...as...possible.”

He froze, their lips barely touching. “Books?”

She arched a brow, never breaking eye contact. “I don’t think I misled you, did I? I was under the impression we both understood why I was here tonight.”

Levi swallowed loud enough she heard him over the general noise. “I’m disappointed that’s where you want me to take you, but I’m sure we can work something out.” With a wink, he put distance between them and started down the hall, bare butt cheeks flexing with every step.

Admittedly enjoying herself, she followed the man down the hallway toward the light. Every step was a personal struggle, a battle almost, to keep her eyes off that taut ass in front of her.

In the end, if it had been a true battle, she’d have flown the white flag of defeat without regret.

The view was totally worth it.

* * *

LEVI KEPT HIS stride long, his movements brisk enough to force Harper to jog at times to keep up. It wasn’t the kindest thing for him to do, considering the stilettos she sported, but he was frazzled. Seeing her tonight, a dark-haired bombshell who dripped sexuality one minute and then seemed uncomfortable with it the next? It made him curious about her story, because the one thing he’d learned between this business and a hell of a lot of pillow talk was that everyone had a story. That curiosity often got him in trouble, though rarely with women. He never had problems keeping his interest in check regarding the women who passed through his life, and Harper was passing through.