Chapter 16

Daniel was not paying attention.

He was supposed to be leading this meeting and discussing the Smith Foundation's next steps, making decisions that actually mattered.

Instead, he was thinking about Regina.

About last night.

About the way she had kissed him like she had something to prove.

About the way he had kissed her back like he had nothing left to lose.

The memory of it was wrecking him.

The heat of her body. The way her breath had hitched when he pressed her against the wall. The sharp, intoxicating taste of wine on her tongue.

And worse, so much worse—the way he had nearly dragged her upstairs and finished what they started.

If Margaret hadn't walked in….

Fuck.

He shifted in his seat, his jaw tightening. His slacks were suddenly too tight, his arousal unmistakable.