The protector inside me was frowning while the predator soaked up her discomfort with glee.

Still, I wanted her to be relaxed. Okay, that was a lie. I wanted her to lose control, and I pondered how I might coax her into doing that. She was looking away again as I glanced at her sideways, considering. What I did next might have been a bad idea, but I had to see if pushing her boundaries would work. Since she was leaning against the wall in the corner, she was in the perfect position for me to cage her in.

Brazenly, I hit the “stop” button, and the elevator came to a shaky halt.

“What are you doing?” Annie asked, a hint of nerves causing her voice to rise.

I turned and stalked to her, placing my hands behind her on the wall of the lift over either side of her shoulders. My gaze wandered over her features—luscious lips, sweet nose, long lashes, fucking beautiful eyes that rapidly flickered between mine. I heard her breathing escalate.

Bending down a little so we were almost level, I lifted a hand from the wall and rubbed my thumb along her chin.

“I like you,” I stated.

She swallowed, her voice sounding rough and uneven. “Mr. Fitzpatrick, that button is only supposed to be pushed in case of an emergency.”

Obviously, I knew that, but I figured I’d deal with the consequences after getting a little taste of her. I wanted to sample those pretty lips.

“I’m living up to my bad-boy reputation, then, aren’t I?” I murmured, dropping a hand to her collarbone, the flat of my palm against her sternum. Her heart was racing. “Is your heart beating fast because you like it when I touch you or because you don’t?”

There was a momentary flash of temper in her expression. “Obviously, the latter.”

“Have dinner with me,” I said, ignoring her answer. My gaze wandered to her mouth, where she very briefly wetted her lips. I wondered if she was attracted to me but was trying to hide it.

“Of-of course we’ll be having dinner together.” She cleared her throat, and her eyes finally settled on mine. “Davidson and Croft frequently schedules client dinners.”

“I’m not talking about client dinners.”

She swallowed. “We’re going to be working together, so non-client dinners would be unprofessional.”

I brought my mouth closer to hers, and our breaths mingled as I said quietly, “Let’s be unprofessional together, Annie.”

Her eyes seemed to glaze over a little after I said it, making me grin, because it looked like she was imagining what that would be like. I wanted to be so fucking unprofessional with her, it wasn’t funny. Quickly, she righted herself, brought her hands to my chest, and pushed. I caught them, holding them in mine, my thumb brushing her inner wrist. She shivered. Her hands were shaking.

“Nothing can happen between us, Mr. Fitzpatrick.” She didn’t sound convinced.

“It’s already happening, Miss….” I paused, let go of one of her hands, and pulled the card Joan had given me out of my back pocket to read it. “Catrel.”

She focused on the business card, and panic flickered over her features before they hardened. “Who gave you that?”

“Joan,” I happily replied. “She wanted to make sure I’d be able to contact you directly, seeing as you were missing from the meeting today. I was very disappointed when you didn’t show.”

She tried to grab for the card, but I stepped back and held it out of her reach.

“Give that to me. You don’t need it. I’ll contact you if we ever have to meet,” she said desperately.

I chuckled as she advanced on me until I was the one backed into the opposite corner of the elevator. Her chest pushed into mine as she went up on her tiptoes, still swiping for the card. “Look at you, Annie; you’re all over me,” I teased.

Immediately, she backed away, scowling and folding her arms over her chest. “I don’t want you calling me unless it’s work related,” she said in defeat.

My devious smile told her I had absolutely no intention of sticking to that rule.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” I purred, lazily scanning her figure. Her coat was long and bulky, covering everything up. It was a good thing I had an active imagination.

“I bet you have a killer body under all those layers,” I said huskily, still in a teasing mood.

She blinked, and her mouth straightened into a firm line. “Some of us don’t feel it necessary to flaunt our looks, and I’m very happy with my layers.”

The remark was obviously aimed at me, and I didn’t know why she seemed so against being friendly. I wasn’t that bad of a guy. Well, not really. “That’s not what I meant. I was trying to pay you a compliment, Annie.”

My words were low, tender; my sincerity seemed to elicit a reaction in her. Her previous disgruntlement deflated. It was true. For whatever reason, I thought she was the perfect combination of genuine, beautiful, and sexy. I wasn’t used to genuine. She glanced at me, opened her mouth to say something, but then snapped it closed again.

Just then a voice crackled through the speakers, requesting to know why the elevator had been stopped.

“It’s nothing. We’re fine,” Annie said, clearing her throat again and talking into the speaker. “Can you start it back up, please?”

Seconds later, we were moving again. I took a step toward her, but the look she gave me said it would be a good idea to keep my distance. People started to get on and off, and once we reached the ground floor, Annie quickly scurried by me, rushed straight out of the lobby, and into a yellow cab. I didn’t mind her scarpering as I glanced down at the card I still held in my hand.