major decision like selling our formula. Surely you understand that.â
He did. This was a wrinkle he hadnât anticipated. But what she was proposingâit meant heâd have to stay in Dallas longer than heâd anticipated. He ran a successful company, too, and it was suffering from his lack of attention. If he stayed, heâd have to ship Arwen home, which sheâd never forgive him for.
âYou should have already handled the leak,â he groused.
âI know.â
Her voice didnât change. Her expression didnât change. But something shifted as he realized how hard this conversation was for her. She hadnât wanted to admit that.
Disturbed at the sudden revelation, he stared at her and his heart thumped strangely. Heâd been so busy examining the angles, heâd failed to see this was actually just a baseline plea for help that sheâd disguised well.
âWork with me, Gage. Together, like old times.â
She wanted to pick up where they left off. Maybe in more ways than one. The simple phrases reached out and grabbed hold of his lungs. It echoed through his mind, his chest, and the thought pleased him. Enormously.
It was a redo of college, where he was her mentor and she soaked it all up like a sponge with a side of hero worship that made him feel invincible. That had been a heady arrangement for a twenty-four-year-old. But they werenât kids anymore.
And he didnât for a moment underestimate Cass. Sheâd suggested this for some reason he couldnât figure out yet. Which didnât keep him from contemplating that redo. Who was he kidding? Heâd wanted her the moment heâd turned around in the parking lot yesterday and gotten an eyeful of grown-up Cass. If he hung around and helped her, it gave him an opportunity to get her naked again.
And he could ensure the problem with the leak was handled like it should have been from the get-go. Not to mention he could dig a bit to uncover her real motives here.
Her eyes huge and warm, she watched him and he was lost. Dang. Sheâd played this extremely well. There was absolutely no way he could say no. He didnât want to say no.
But a yes didnât mean heâd do it without adding a few strings of his own.
âIâll help you. Until Sunday. I have a meeting Monday that canât be rescheduled.â
Her smile hit him crossways. And then it slipped from her face as he leaned forward oh-so-slowly. Mute, she stared at his hand as he braced it on the desk a millimeter from her thigh. He could slip a finger right under the hem of that tiny skirt. And his mind got busy on imagining where that would lead.
âBut you have to do something for me,â he murmured. He got as close to her as he dared, crowding her space where all the trappings of business melted away and they were simply man and woman.
She smelled classy and expensive, and instantly he wanted that scent on his own skin, transferred by her body heat as she writhed under him. He could lean her back against that desk and at this angle, the pleasure would be intense. The image made him a little lightheaded as his erection intensified.
âI already said Iâd talk to the others about selling you the formula,â she said a touch breathlessly, but to her credit, she didnât allow one single muscle twitch to give away whether she welcomed his nearness or preferred the distance. â If we catch the leak.â
That ice-goddess routine needed to go, fast. That wasnât going to happen here. Not under these circumstances. If he wanted to take things to the next level, he had to go bold or go home.
âYes, but youâre doing that because deep down, you know you owe me. If I help you find the leak, you owe me again. Turnabout, sweetheart.â
âWhat do you want?â
Oh, where should I start? âNothing you canât handle.â
The knowing glint in her gaze said she already had a pretty