Complete Corruption (Corruption #1-3) by CD Reiss Read Free Book Online Page A

hand, and I felt tingling heat between my legs. “I wanted to say hello before you started.”
    “Hello,” I said flatly, releasing his hand but not his gaze, which seemed just as physical.
    “Great,” Arnie said. “I’m heading into a meeting.” He shook Ed’s hand, nodded to Antonio, and left.
    When the glass door clicked behind him, I spoke. “We’ve got it from here, Ed.” I shot him a look. We were on the same side. I was watching out for him.
    As if he understood, he nodded. “Later.” Ed tipped his cap and left.
    Only the pull of the air between Antonio and me remained.
    “This is flattering,” I said, “but it’s not going to work.”
    “You can’t prove they didn’t take care of the cars?”
    “Oh, you name it, I can prove it.”
    “Good, I wanted the best.”
    “You got me instead, but that doesn’t mean you’ve got me.”
    “So you say.”
    I tried not to smile. That would only encourage him. The last thing the arrogant ass needed was encouragement. “I won’t deny I’m attracted to you. I’m sure I’m not the first. But I’m not a conquest. I don’t like being chased, especially not through the offices of WDE. This is my job, Mr. Spinelli, not a mousehole. You can’t stick your paw in and hope to catch me. I don’t care to mix business with displeasure. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
    I reached for the flash drive and envelope, and he stood in my way, getting close enough for me to catch the forested smell of his cologne.
    “I could kiss you right now,” he said.
    “You wouldn’t dare.”
    The windows suddenly felt like cameras. I felt the presence of everyone’s eyes as if they were pressure on my skin.
    “I will. And you might push me away, but not before you kiss me back. You know it. I know it. And everyone else in this office is going to know it,” he said.
    “Don’t.”
    “See me then. Let me take you out Thursday night.”
    I was relieved. That was the perfect out. “I have plans on Thursday.”
    “Cancel them.”
    “I can’t. It’s a fundraiser.”
    “Catholic Charities?” He raised an eyebrow. If it was at all possible for him to look sexier, he did.
    “Yes.” I stood straight. I didn’t want to have to explain it, but I had a compulsion to excuse myself I had to quell.
    “Good.” He stood straight. “I was invited to that. We’ll go together.”
    “No!”
    “So we should see each other another time, then?”
    Of course not. We should be together some other never. But I hesitated, and that was my mistake.
    “I think I should see you before the fundraiser,” he said, “because I want to go with you and show Daniel Brower what he’s missing.”
    “You going to take him out to the parking lot and beat him up for me?”
    “He deserves far worse.”
    Knowing better than to encourage him, I held up my chin. “I’ll decide what he deserves. Thank you, though.”
    “Good. I’ll pick you up Wednesday at eight.”
    “I’m busy.”
    “I’ll have to kiss you now then.” He stepped forward.
    I swallowed because his lips, a step closer to mine, were full and satiny, and more than anything, my mouth wanted to feel them.
    “Follow me please,” I said like an automaton.
    I brushed past him without waiting for a response, walking out the door and down the hall with the manila envelope in my arm. I nodded to my associates and knew he was behind me from the sense of movement and heat at my back. I slipped into a windowless, empty conference room and closed the door when he entered.
    “Mister Spinelli—”
    On the way to the closed office, I’d prepared a short speech about respecting my boundaries, but I swallowed every word when those satin lips fell on mine. His kiss was a study in paying attention, reacting to me as I reacted to him with increasing intensity. When his tongue touched mine, I lost myself in desire. His hands stayed on my neck, and I became aware of their power and gentleness.
    When I put my hands on him, he moved closer, and