Angelica sends me a text message at 5:30.

I didn’t overstay my welcome, did I? ;)

Hell no.

My nerve endings light up when I think about Saturday night...and Sunday morning. Angelica’s body fits to mine like she was made for me. Burying my cock inside her has to be the greatest pleasure I’ve ever experienced in my life. And somehow she’s interested in me, Jett Brandon, not Jett Brandon the billionaire.

She asked me questions throughout the day, her voice tentative, never pushy. She listened without interrupting, the pink tip of her tongue resting on her upper lip. Concentrating on the answers. No dollar signs in her eyes.

Looking back, that’s all I ever saw in Emerald’s. She wanted my capital and my name even more than she wanted to sleep with me. That was an added bonus.

I’ve been replaying the weekend over again in my head all day, and each time I picture Angelica beneath me on the bed, lips parted, cheeks pink, crying out, my skin heats up.

I’m supposed to be in control, but I want her to be digging her nails into my chest, riding me hard. No space between us.

It could work.

I shut down that thought. I’m not even willing to follow it through to its conclusion.

But it creeps back in.

After two nights? Not a chance.

Phew...I’ll see you back at your place then

Where are you?

Getting into a cab right now

My next text is to Stuart.

Bring the car around. Going home.

Angelica is in the lobby when I get there, eyes closed, head tilted back.

“Thinking dirty thoughts?”

She laughs a little, but when she turns to look at me, there’s a hint of a frown on her face. “Enjoying the air conditioning.”

My reply is on my lips—You’d enjoy it a lot more without those clothes—but she raises a hand to her temple, catches herself before her fingers make contact. There’s a flicker of something in her eyes, something I can’t quite discern—but it makes me think she’s not in the mood to have her clothes stripped off and her body played like an instrument, even by me.

Under any other circumstance, my jaw would already be tight right along with my chest, a disappointment that I would never give anyone the satisfaction of showing boiling in my gut. But this little movement from Angelica has me feeling something else entirely—warmth.

I want to take her hand, take her upstairs, and....

And what?

Order something she’ll think is extravagant to eat.

Show her the clothes I had delivered today, an entire wardrobe in her size, pieces for every fathomable occasion that could arise over the next couple of weeks.

I want my hands all over her, but on her shoulders, kneading the tension away.

And when it’s gone....

Then I’ll take her to the bedroom.

“Stressful day at work?”

Angelica blows her breath out through her lips, then smiles brightly up at me, shaking it off. Something about the way she’s so determined not to let it get to her makes my heart speed up. “Par for the course.”

Still, I want to know.

I put my hand on her elbow and guide her toward the elevator. “Your boss?”

“She was no picnic today.”

I press the call button and the elevator car arrives moments later, and we step inside. The seclusion of the car has my heart pounding in my ears, but I resist the urge to press her up against the wall and kiss her so fiercely it melts the foundation of the building.

Angelica stays close to me, taking another deep breath and letting it out.

“Hey.”

She glances up at me, and our eyes lock together.

“You wanted to know more about me over the weekend.”

This makes a little pink rise to her cheeks. “Still do.”

“I want to know more about you, too.”

Her laugh is clear and melodic. “I thought you said this wasn’t a romance.”

“It’s not a romance,” I say, but it feels like a lie. The elevator glides to a halt when we reach my floor, and we step out and walk across the hall to go inside my penthouse. “I can’t very well take you to the bedroom and fuck you if your head is still at work.”

Angelica’s eyes go wide and innocent. “You can’t?” She shrugs off her purse, setting it on the table in the foyer, and tilts her head, considering me. “What would you do instead?”

This woman.

I step closer to her and give her a roguish grin. “My original plan was to order in from Sasabune, then give you a massage and take you on a tour of your new wardrobe—”

“My new wardrobe?”

“Everything you might need to stay here while your place is repaired.”

She bites her lip, eyes shining. “Then what?”

“Then I was going to take you to the bedroom and have my way with you.”

Angelica unbuttons the top two buttons of her white blouse and purses her lips. “What if we switch the order up a little bit?”

“You want to see the wardrobe first?”

Angelica’s laugh is real, genuine. “Bed.”

I frown a little. “Are you absolutely sure that—?”

One half step, and Angelica has the lapels of my dove gray jacket in her fists, yanking me down and covering my mouth with hers, biting at my lip. It feels so good that a little groan escapes from my lips.

“Listen,” she says between passionate kisses. “We can talk about work today, but only after...” She comes in for another kiss and it’s both too much and not enough at the same time. I want to be inside her, damn these clothes, damn the bedroom, there’s nobody here today and I can have this woman anywhere I please.

I finish Angelica’s sentence for her the next time she comes up for air. “As soon as I take you. Now.”