Chapter 1: Heated Glances
Mia leaned against the polished bar counter, her tailored blazer hugging her curves like a second skin. The city’s pulse thrummed through the dimly lit dive, a stark contrast to the sterile boardrooms she dominated by day. Her sharp hazel eyes scanned the room, landing on Jake. He was all rough edges—calloused hands gripping a beer, flannel shirt rolled up to reveal sinewy forearms dusted with grit from the construction site. She couldn’t stop staring, her mind already wandering to the hard lines of his body beneath that rugged exterior.
Jake caught her gaze, his smirk slow and deliberate, like he knew exactly what she was thinking. He sauntered over, boots scuffing the sticky floor, and leaned in close enough for her to catch the scent of sawdust and sweat. 'You keep looking at me like that, counselor, and I might think you’re trying to negotiate something off the record,' he drawled, voice low and gravelly.
Mia arched a brow, swirling her martini with a predatory smile. 'And if I am? You gonna build me something sturdy to hold onto, or just stand there looking pretty?' Her tone was sharp, a challenge wrapped in velvet.
He chuckled, dark eyes glinting with mischief. 'Oh, I’ve got something sturdy for you, darlin’. Question is, can a high-powered suit like you handle a little rough and tumble?' His words were a dare, and damn if it didn’t send a jolt straight through her.
She stepped closer, her breath hitching as the heat between them crackled. 'Try me, hardhat. I don’t break easy.' Her voice was a purr, but her stance was all power, shoulders squared like she was ready to take him down in a courtroom—or a bedroom.
Jake’s grin widened, and he tipped his beer bottle toward her. 'Careful what you wish for. I don’t play gentle.'
Mia’s lips curled, her pulse racing as she tossed back the rest of her drink, the burn matching the fire building inside her. 'Good. Neither do I. My place. Now.' It wasn’t a question, and the way his eyes darkened told her he wasn’t about to argue.
The elevator ride to her upscale apartment was a test of restraint. The air was thick with tension, their bodies inches apart, the hum of the cables mimicking the buzz under her skin. She could feel herself getting wet, the anticipation making her thighs clench. Jake’s gaze raked over her, hungry, like he was already imagining her out of that pencil skirt.
The door to her penthouse clicked shut behind them, and Mia didn’t waste a second. She shoved him against the wall, her hands fisting in his shirt as she crushed her lips to his. The kiss was all teeth and heat, a clash of wills as much as desire. 'You’ve been driving me fucking crazy all night,' she growled against his mouth, her fingers already working at his belt.
Jake groaned, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. 'Right back at you, babe. Let’s see if you’re as fierce on your knees as you are on your feet.'
Mia’s eyes flashed with defiance and lust as she dropped down, her smirk wicked. 'Watch me.' Her voice was a promise, and as she freed him from his jeans, the sight of his hard cock made her breath catch. She was dripping now, horny as hell, ready to take control of this game they’d started. Her lips parted, and she looked up at him with a glint of triumph before diving in, setting the stage for an explosive night neither would forget.
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