"And you assume that if I'm her business partner, naturally I'll end up in her bed." He followed her across the room, a couple of inches behind. Darian's fingers touched the back of her dress. It was silk, tight. He wondered what she had on underneath it. "Is that what you do, Bethany? Do you sleep with your work colleagues?"
On the floor, the tiny stems of her stilettos did a precarious balance. Being a man, and one with a voracious appetite, he pictured the point of that heel pressing down on his chest.