I hesitated before following her inside, leaving the door wide open. Just to be on the safe side. Immediately, I got back to my pre-dinner task, which was a frame-by-frame screening of the latest version of the roadshow video while adding my last comments for any edits needed.

April was in the middle of revising my slides for the banker presentation, but she seemed distracted, squirming in her seat and constantly catching my notice by doing so. I could hardly concentrate on what I was doing, too concerned about my damn hard-on and the way her breasts looked in that blouse.

“I’m warm in here, are you?” she finally said in a low voice.

“Huh?” I glanced up in time to see her unfasten two buttons on her blouse. I could now see the top of her lacy bra. Holy fuck.

“Maybe if I close the door in here so the warm air doesn’t come in from the atrium. I could turn down the thermostat, too.” She got up, shut the door and then pressed the lock. Holy hell.

Then she strutted—and there was no other way to describe the gait that made that pleated skirt dance against her sexy legs—to the thermostat and fiddled with it for a moment. I swallowed and focused on my computer screen, trying desperately to think about statistical finance or the market cap formula…hell, even baseball stats.

She sashayed back to her seat—thank God—but instead of sitting, she placed a foot on the seat of her chair, giving me a torrid view of the whole length of her leg. Holy Christ.

Then she reached under her skirt and tugged on the top of her thigh-high stockings. Edged with white lace, they looked like delicate, delicious cake frosting hugging her lush thighs. She had a dark beauty mark on the inside of her left thigh. I’d tasted it several times while we were in Vancouver. I wanted to taste it again. Without looking at me, she switched legs and did the same with the other one.

And now I was officially in pain from the swelling below the belt, my erect cock straining against my pants. I put my face in my hand, unable to look anymore.

“What’s wrong?” she said in a faux-innocent voice. “Do you have a headache?”

Nope, definitely not the location of the aching. Unless she was talking about the head below the belt. I didn’t say anything, scrubbing my palm across my eyes, the vision of her curvy legs forever burned in my mind. Why the hell was she torturing me like this? Or maybe this was her enacting a well-thought-out plan of revenge she’d had since the very beginning.

Nice timing. Her father was in the next room, separated by one office wall, for Christ’s sake. If she wanted to spell my doom, she couldn’t have picked a better opportunity.

When I looked up again, I almost jumped, seeing that she was now sitting on the edge of my desk right beside me, looking down with a knowing smile.

“I know an excellent cure for a headache and…that other problem you seem to be having,” she said with a meaningful look at my crotch.

I blew out a breath in exasperation. “Are you enjoying this?”

She smiled as she swung a leg back and forth. “I plan to. And I think you will too.”

I took a deep breath and let it out. Hard-on, be damned. “No. I am not doing this.”

She raised a brow and stuck her bottom lip out. “No? You don’t sound very committed to that.”

“Jesus, April, your dad—”

“We’re not talking about him. He’s very busy over there and so is everyone else. And that door is locked.” She bent over and ran a hand from my knee up the inside of my thigh, giving me a tentative, questioning glance.

When she reached my cock—now past the point of mere pain—I captured her delicate wrist and yanked her toward me. With a gasp, she stumbled off the desk and fell against my chest. She looked up, her mouth ready to be kissed.

“Miss Weiss, you are being inappropriate.”

“You love it when I’m inappropriate.”

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

Then she kissed me. “Mmm. I thought I’d miss the scruff. But I missed your hot mouth more.”

“You don’t fight fair.”

“Nobody said life was fair.” She kissed me again, her sleek tongue darting into my mouth. One hand slid down my stomach to cup my cock through my pants. I hissed against her mouth, threaded my fingers through her glossy hair and yanked her off my lap so that she was on her knees in front of me. Fuck yeah, indeed.

April held my gaze for a long time, the shock evaporating like foam seawater off the hard-packed beach sand. Understanding dawned in her ocean-blue eyes and she swallowed, licking those puffy pink lips. I reached out and traced the bottom one with my thumb.