Lace and Sin (Sinners Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

offers me a handful of skittles from a
bowl on her desk.

 
    At first I panic thinking I’m heading up to Mikhalov’s
office, but find myself surprised to see Carter sitting behind the big, lavish
desk instead. He’s momentarily shocked to see me (I’m equally surprised as he is) before he notices all the files in my
hands and again ask s me out for a drink.

 
    “So you never answered my question about joining me
for a drink?” he smirks.

 
    I panic, practically dumping all the files on his desk , and high tail it out of
there after giving him a brisk and quick no. I
hear his soft laughter fill the room behind me as I shuffle my way out in a
hurry.

 
    After that I seem to always bump into him around the
office. Wednesday he’s sitting in the cafeteria reading a newspaper, which is apparently very unlike him , or so the chatty intern , Sarah, tells me anyway after gushing about how good-looking he is - his smile, his eyes, his muscly body. I
don’t need another reminder so I grab the first thing in front of me, and make
my way over to an empty table.

 
    He spot s me, salute s me
with his coffee cup and grin s widely
before returning his gaze back to his newspaper.

 
    “Wow, he never smiles” Sarah says as she slides in
next to me. I find that hard to believe considering I’ve been graced with a
smile and a laugh every time I’ve seen him. I could literally get his full life
story from her without even asking, she’s like a gossip magazine crammed up
into a petite frame, with blonde locks and killer legs – quite the chatter box.

 
    “Oh my god, I can’t believe he smiled and waved at
you. Do you know him? Are you guys secretly dating?”

 
    I busy myself with my sandwich so I don’t have to
answer the million questions she’s firing at me.

 
    Thursday I r un into him on a few various occasions – on c e when I’m in the photocopier room
just as the printer jam s .
He comes in and offer s to help fix it so I stand there silently watching him
work , entire time trying to hold in my laughter . He looks so lost, and not about the printer. I mean
deep down inside on a more personal level, but then again what would I know.

 
    He takes off
his dark grey suit jacket and hangs it on the back of a spare
chair , then rolls his sleeves up and starts fiddling with the printer. I watch fascinated as his
forearms tighten with each movement and he runs his hand through his hair in annoyance. That’s when I notice the few tattoos peeking out from under his shirt on one
forearm and around his neck, and it makes me ridiculously curious as to how
proper and clean cut he really actually is. What kind of man in a suit, that’s
running a billion dollar company, has so many tattoos?

 
    After about five minutes he gives up
and grins at me sheepishly before
admitting he ha s no idea what he’s doing - “Sorry Kayla, I gotta admit I haven’t worked in
many offices before…Never really came across printer problems, you know? I’m
probably making myself look like a chump.”

 
    I reach over
and open a compartment in the printer and pull out the paper that jammed it,
and then shut it back up. I
push the crinkled piece of paper against his chest gently and say , “Nice try , Carter ”,
leaving him standing there with a huge grin on his face as I walk away. There he goes, grinning at me again. One of those
genuine smiles that are so wide they crinkle the corners of his eyes.

 
    Later in the day I
have to take minutes for a meeting and he ’s there for that too,
watching me almost the entire time. He might think he’s been sly but I catch every movement and every
time his eyes roam my way (only because I’m
probably staring at him just as much) . I’m not being myself to be honest, so fascinated
with him - watching him cross his arms in front of him,
run his hand across his stubbled chin ,
scroll through his phone , and picking up on small details about him .

 
    He ha s a deep green