His eyes darkened. “Call me that again and the only thing looking good will be you lying back on my desk completely naked.”
I put my boots on, fighting my smile, and he unlocked the door. I stopped in the doorway and glanced up at him. “Is that a promise, Mr. Stone?”
“Gina,” he growled, and I laughed, walking into the reception area. He grasped me round the waist and steered me into the elevator, waving to his receptionist, who looked on, still bewildered. Poor woman.
When the elevator doors closed, I leaned up and whispered in his ear, “I can play dirty, too.”
“And if I wasn’t trying to behave, I’d have this elevator stopped and you against the wall so I coul
