Page 36 of Falling For My Assistant

They arrived at her apartment a short while later, and Royce pulled up to the curb and put the car in park.

“I got it, Royce,” Sean said. He got out and headed around the car, opening the door for Erin and assisting her from the vehicle.

“Can I assist you inside?” He asked.

Erin’s heart raced, her body humming with desire.

Do it now, or you’ll regret it.

“Actually, I was wondering if you’d want to come up for a nightcap. I still have that twenty-five-year-old Macallan you got me for Christmas last year,” she said, placing her hand on his arm.

She met his eyes, the dark chocolate warm and inviting.

“I’d like that,” he replied, slipping his arm up to take her hand.

He told Royce, who now stood next to the car, that they were going to have a drink, and he’d be back down soon.

Royce nodded and hopped back into the car, starting it up to idle.

They were quiet on the way up to her apartment, the elevator ride short.

Erin unlocked the door and let them in, setting her keys into the glass bowl on the front side table. She flipped on the hall light, illuminating the way into the apartment.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, the woman there not the same who went into work this morning.

She headed into the apartment, setting the stole down on the chaise end of the couch. “You can toss your coat there,” she said, pointing to the couch.

“Okay.” She walked around the island, her heels loud on the hardwood floor.

Her hands shook as she pulled the bottle from the cabinet above the fridge and set it on the white countertop with a soft thump.

“Ice?” she asked, her heart in her throat when she turned around and saw him standing next to the island, staring at her.

“Yes, please,” he replied.

She tugged the freezer open and dragged out her special large cube ice tray.

The large cubes landed in the crystal lowball glasses with a soft thump, the pour so loud in her ears.

She closed it and put the scotch away, handing him one of the glasses.

“These are beautiful glasses,” he said, holding it out to look at it.

“They are Baccarat,” she said, taking a sip. “I got them as a gift from my parents when I graduated from college.”

“Your parents have great taste,” he said, setting it down on the counter.

She set her glass down. “They do. They don't usually spend so much money on presents, but this one was special.”

Taking another gulp of the scotch, she placed the glass on the counter. Closing the distance between them, she slipped her hand around her neck and kissed him.

His hands immediately came around her waist to pull her close, bringing them flush against one another.

His erection was heavy against her thigh, and the ache between her legs flamed, the throbbing so intense.

The fruity, smoky flavor of the scotch lingered on his lips, the smooth taste of him heady and intoxicating.

He groaned, the sound thrilling her.