She didn't seem to have as long to wait this time, which either meant he'd waited longer to call her or perhaps she'd relaxed enough in their routine that each minute didn't feel as though an hour was passing.
As soon as she heard the elevator open, she swung her legs over the couch and slipped to her knees on the thick, fur rug in front of the sofa.
When hers and Ash's gazes connected, she felt a jolt at the intensity in those brilliant green eyes. They were hard, but appreciative. Dark, so dark it made her shivery. If his expression was anything to go by, this hadn't been the best day in the world, but he seemed very satisfied to find her waiting on her knees, even if he'd told her he didn't expect her to kneel.
He stalked toward her, discarding his briefcase with a thump on the floor. He also pulled off his suit jacket and tossed it toward the armchair and immediately began unbuttoning his sleeves.
