Page 76 of Soul Mates: Hercules Valentine and I

Her breath spreads over my face, and I battle an inclination to kiss her. I swallow. “Do you need a ride up?”

“I’m late. I’m not usually late for anything, I promise.”

I believe her. “This way.”

I walk, and she’s behind me. I touch the finger pad to gain access to the hallway with the executive elevators. I hold the door open, waiting for her to pass. Her perfume makes me want to taste her skin.Why does it feel as though I’ve had her on my tongue before?

“Thank you,” she says.

Say “you’re welcome.”I can’t. Instead, I walk. When we get to the elevator, I hit the button, and it opens.

“After you.” I sound strained.

She steps in. I hesitate. And her waiting eyes make me want her more.

Is she? No.Lark’s eyes are greenish. Paisley’s eyes were deep brown. They can’t be the same person.

But what’s that in her hair?

Chapter Twenty-Eight

The Elevator Effect

Paisley Grove

Say something.

“You have something in your hair,” he says. And oh my God, he’s touching me. A lock of my hair is between Hercules’s fingers.

“Oh,” I say, embarrassed. “That’s paint from last night.”

He raises his eyebrows. “You were painting last night?”

Our faces are so close. I want to kiss him. But also, I don’t think I should tell him I was hanging out at Lake’s place. I mean, we even got topless and rubbed our breasts against the canvas.And our vaginas and asses too!I’m Lake’s boss, and I think I crossed a line.

“You were with your boyfriend, huh?” His smirk wavers as he stares deeper into my eyes.

He thinks I have a boyfriend.“No,” I barely say.

The doors open. “There you are!” Mason exclaims.

I rip my gaze off Hercules and look at Mason, though my body still sizzles with lust. “Sorry I’m late.”

He points at Hercules. “I was talking to him. You’re right on time, Lark. Your team has set up for the presentation. And we’ve got company,” he says, focusing on Hercules. “Orion.”

Hercules frowns at me and then at Mason. “What’s he doing here?”

“That’s what I’m asking you.”

Then he does it… Hercules puts his hand on my back like I’ve seen him do with Lilith. “We should get started and feel him out. He can’t help himself.”

When Hercules said that, he sounded as though he were a million miles away. Even as he and Mason talk about Orion’s possible intentions, I can barely focus on a word they’re saying. He touched me in the same way he touched Lilith.

Does he want me?

Our gazes are momentarily fixed on each other as we enter the pod. All I want is to wrap my arms around his masculine neck and pull his sexy mouth to mine.

“Lark, don’t be nervous,” Mason says.