Unfortunately for her, unless she'd brought one of the remote controls for the room with her, she'd be searching in the dark for a while. He on the other hand had been in the room long enough for his eyes to adjust, and the low light coming in from the door gave him plenty to see. She'd removed the braid from earlier, and her hair now fell around her shoulders and halfway down her arms. From this perspective he couldn't make out things like her eye color or see the lushness of her full lips. Instead he focused on the curve of her shoulder, the indentation of her waist, and the gentle flare of her slim hips.
She had no idea how badly he ached to explore every inch of her. But she soon would. The door finally snicked closed, and they were once again plunged into complete darkness.
"Jesus, give me a break.” After a few minutes of fruitless searching for a light switch, she thrust her hands in front of her and began to feel her way inside the room. When she bumped into one of the low-lying benches, she cursed and dropped to her hands and knees. He wanted to laugh but thought better of it. No need to start their next conversation off on the wrong foot.
"Can I help you find something?"
She yelped. “What? Oh my God, Daegan is that you?"
"It is. Aye."
"What the—Why are you—You scared me half to death.” The breathless tone of her voice slid over his skin, awakening his senses.
"Sorry, love. I wasn't expecting company.” Although her timing couldn't have been better. Another chance to talk to her sounded a hell of a lot better than sitting here ruminating over the past.
"I'm just trying to find my keys. I think I might have dropped them from my purse earlier.” She shuffled beside him, so close he swore he felt warmth emanating from her.
"I hope you brought the remote."
Silence.
"What remote?” She hesitated. “Why?"
"Well, for one, the only way you're going to get a light on in this room is either from the remote or the outside control panel."
Daegan swore her breathing increased. He hoped she didn't have a panic attack. He wanted to spend time with her but not in that capacity.
"And for two?"
"You let the door close fully behind you. It automatically locks—"
"And we need the remote to open it,” she finished.
"Aye."
"Please tell me you're pulling my leg. This is some kind of joke, right?"
Daegan reached for where he thought she stood and circled her wrist. He leaned forward and whispered, “No. I'm definitely not pulling your leg."
As much as he wanted to see her reaction, he didn't need his eyes to hear the hitch in her throat or her breath coming in short pants. What he wasn't sure about was whether it was anxiety or excitement she felt.
"Don't panic,” He kept his voice calm and reassuring. “It won't take long for someone to figure out we're in here. In the meantime—"
"What? Are you crazy? Everyone is gone. I had to use my employee code to get back in the building."
"Jennifer."
She didn't answer.
"It's not a big deal. Worst-case scenario, we wait until morning when Chase comes in."
"Not a big deal?” she barked at him. “Everything is a big deal with you. Ever since you made that offer to me, it's been a big fucking deal. Every time I turn around you're there. Every time I talk to Murphy he brings you up. Even Eve and Chase have encouraged me in your direction. So don't tell me it's not a big deal, because it is a big fucking deal."
Not the least bit surprised by her outburst, Daegan wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. “Okay, love. ‘Tis a big deal.” He brushed his hand along her back in an attempt to soothe her. “Unfortunately, it looks like you're stuck with me for the night."
"What about your cell phone? Just call Chase and ask him to get us out."
He shook his head. “Don't have it. I left it upstairs so I wouldn't be tempted to interrupt the party with work."
"Of course. Figures."
He tightened his hold around her waist. “Come on, love.
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