It took her a few seconds to craft a reply, mainly because her heart was beating so hard, she could barely hear herself think over the thumping in her ears.

That’s great. Glad it worked out. Heading to office now. Talk to you soon.

Okay, this changed nothing. At least, not right now.

“Oh, for Christ sake, it’s not like we’re engaged. Or married. It’s just sex.”

And shit. She’d just said that out loud. No wonder the cab driver gave her a weird look in the rearview.

She needed to get a grip before she saw him. And ditch the boulder sitting on her shoulders.

Of course, when the cab pulled to a stop in front of the office, she nearly couldn’t force herself to open the door.

“Fuck this,” she growled at herself. “You’re not some groupie.”

Running her card through the machine on the back of the seat, she gave the driver a big tip, because he probably thought she was a crazy person, talking to herself. And maybe she was.

Not allowing herself to think about Sebastian and sex anymore, she focused on work.

What she needed to get done today, what she needed to have in order for Jessalynn to start tomorrow. What Greg would need for tomorrow. What she still had to do to get ready for the film release in a couple of months.

She had more than enough to keep her busy and she’d never had a problem keeping her mind on task before, even if she was handling five things at once. That skill had made her so valuable, several other producers had tried to steal her away from Greg.

So she’d concentrate on work. And forget everything she’d told the girls at brunch.

Okay. That sounded like a plan.

She’d reached the door and was just about to grab the handle when someone reached around from behind her.

“Here. Let me get that.”

She managed to swallow a startled scream as she realized Nik was at her back.

“Thank you.” She stopped just inside the door and waited for him to join her. “I’m just going to lock this. I don’t like to leave the front door open on the weekends when there’s no one to man the desk. You just don’t know who’ll try to get in.

Nik’s mouth twisted in a wry grin. “Like some washed-up rock stars, huh?”

“Rock stars, yes. Washed up . . . not really. Not after what I saw last night.”

Nik’s grin turned into a softer smile. “Yeah, I think we kind of surprised ourselves.”

“I’m glad you and Sebastian are going to be working together again. You make great music.”

Nik’s gaze narrowed. “You’re a fan?”

“Honestly, I’d never heard of your band until I met Sebastian. But since I listened to your music, yeah, I’ve become a fan.”

She turned and began to walk toward her office, Nik matching her stride. She hadn’t realized how imposing he’d be standing next to her. He was a little taller than Sebastian and, Jesus, the guy was gorgeous. Yeah, she’d noticed last night but in the bright light of day . . . Holy shit, it was no wonder women were constantly tossing underwear and bras at the stage.

She’d never understood that. Did they write their names on the underwear before they threw them? How else would the guys know who it’d come from? And was it clean underwear—

And there went her train of thought. Jeez, she hoped she’d be able to get at least a little work done today.

“He likes you.”

She didn’t pretend to misunderstand Nik. “I like him, too.”

“Good, because he’s a fucking awesome guy.”

“He’s also amazingly talented and devoted to his band.”

Nik stared down at her like he was trying to read her mind or figure out what she really meant.

“Yeah. So I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other for a while.”

“If you’re going to be working in the studio with Sebastian, then, yeah, we will.”

“And you don’t have a problem with that?”

She shook her head. “Why would I?”

Damn, she really hoped she was a good liar because she’d just told a huge one. She did have a problem, but it was one she’d keep to herself. Forever. Because she wasn’t going to be that kind of woman. The kind who clung and made trouble and caused problems.

“No reason.” Nik nodded. “Glad to hear it. Guess I’ll be seeing you around.”

She smiled. “That’s great.”

“Yeah. Great. Talk to you later.”

When he turned to walk away, she stepped into her office and shut the door. Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the door and took a deep breath.

“God, you’re being ridiculous. Snap out of it.”

She needed to stop talking to herself. She’d picked up that bad habit lately and soon people would be crossing the street to avoid her.

Blowing out a breath, she pushed away from the door and headed for her desk. For the next few minutes, she had a little success immersing herself in work until she heard a quick knock, followed by the door opening and Sebastian poking his head through.

“Hey, you got a minute?”

He looked . . . happy. His eyes were a bright, beautiful blue, and his smile looked so relaxed. She wanted to climb over her desk and throw herself at him. Luckily she had a little bit of self-control remaining.

“Sure.” She smiled back.

“Good, because I need to apologize for not having breakfast for you this morning.”

“No, you don’t—”

His mouth dropped over hers, his tongue pushing between her lips to kiss her deeper and harder than she’d expected. She drew in air through her nose, otherwise she might’ve passed out from lack of oxygen.

Her hands reached up for his shoulders and she ignored the awkward tilt of her head to keep their lips together. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough of his kisses. Or enough of him.

And she knew she wasn’t going to have him forever.

So she opened and let him in farther.

He seemed starved for her, like he couldn’t get enough of her. His tongue slid along hers with sensuous intent, making her ache to be penetrated lower.

As if he’d read her mind, he grabbed her under her arms and lifted her out of her chair and onto the top of her desk.

With their mouths more level, he twisted his head to the side and kissed her even more deeply. His hands roamed around to her back and pressed her closer; her breasts crushed against his chest.

She vaguely heard him shove her chair out of the way with his foot as he stepped closer, nudging her legs apart with his knees.

Since her tight skirt didn’t allow her much wiggle room, she yanked it up until she could spread her thighs far enough to get his cock wedged against her pussy.

Jesus, what she’d give not to be wearing panties at the moment. And to be able to pull down his zipper and have him make love to her, right here on her desk.

The images in her head made her moan and Sebastian pulled away to look down at her, his bright eyes narrowed.

“What was that for?”

She shook her head, not trusting her voice to give away her feelings. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart. “You kiss really well. But then, you know that.”

His gaze narrowed even further. “Are you sure it’s not because you want me to do more than kiss you?”

Yes, please. “I think we both have work to do today and this isn’t helping us get it done.”

“And what if you’re part of what I want to do today?”

But for how long? “Then I think you’re going to have to wait until tonight.”

She caught her breath as she felt one of his hands slide along the inside of her thigh, making her pussy clench and her muscles tighten with need. “I don’t want to wait that long.”

Her eyes closed as his fingers reached her panties, plucking at the elastic and working their way under until he brushed against her damp, swollen labia.

“And I don’t think you do, either. Take them off.”

He spoke the words directly in her ear, his fingers rubbing against her lower lips and coming closer with each second to her clit, burning to be touched.