“Quay,” Tykira breathed, while silently cursing herself for the sultry, needy undertone in her voice.
Quay stepped forward smoothly urging her back into the elevator car. “Did you accept the proposal?” He asked once the doors had closed behind him.
“I did,” she confirmed, wincing when she noticed a smirk tilt the corner of his mouth. “It’s a great opportunity,” she managed to say, but found it impossible to maintain eye contact when he stood so close.
“Are you sure you can handle it?” he asked.
Ty’s temper flared. “Would you ask me that if I were a man?”
“I would if you were a man who’d never done a job like this before.”
“Bull,” she replied. His smirk only deepened. Tykira took a step closer, dismissing the way his deep-set eyes appraised her. She would give anything to know what he was thinking.
“Good luck,” he whispered, and pressed the button to reopen the doors.
Ty tried to utter a response, but the potency of the moment had robbed her of her voice.
Taking great care not to brush against any hard, powerful part of his body, she gingerly eased out of the elevator.