don't find a benefactor or two soon, a good few of our clients would either be waiting longer than expected, or they will be unable to benefit from relocations."
"How often do you relocate clients? I mean, do you have any stats?" Kat asked as she got to her feet.
"Annually, we relocate about six percent of our clients." Lukas walked behind her, enjoying the view of her ass. When Kat reached the door and spun on her heel, he was unable to curb his momentum.
He bumped into her, pressing her against the door with his upper body.
Kat gasped, and Lukas's heart thudded hard. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they moved to her hips and held her firmly.
She was staring up into his eyes, her lips a fraction of an inch from his. If he lowered his head the tiniest bit he'd get to taste her.
Kat was breathing faster now, her breasts straining against his chest, but she hadn't said a word. She just stood there, frozen and staring him, her eyelids slightly lowered.
So she felt it too.
Lukas bent closer.
A knock sounded behind Kat's head, and she stiffened as Lukas took a step back.
Was she hurt by him moving away? He hoped not, but there was no time to make sure she was okay.
Kat seemed to understand, as she took a few steps into the room as Lukas opened the door. Alana stood at the threshold, ice in her eyes.
"Did it go off okay?" asked Lukas brusquely. He didn't have time to deal with Alana's emotions.
She nodded, giving Kat a cool glance over his shoulder. "Greg's back. He confirmed she's on the plane. Reed will let us know when he gets there." She met Lukas's eyes, her curiosity clear in her expression, but he ignored it.
"That's good. And can you make sure Kat is clued in on our current relocations?"
Alana's eyes narrowed. "You told her?"
"It was well past time. Had I been around more over the last few months, I would have brought her in earlier."
There was a challenge in his tone, one that she backed down from.
She gave him a tight smile. "You're the boss," she said and peered around him. "Kat, that paperwork for Maria must be processed and filed as if we have no inkling that she's not going to make the trial."
Lukas shifted to watch Kat over his shoulder as she gave Alana a sober smile. He'd dumped a lot on her shoulders, and she'd taken it well. He'd been happy that she was pissed. Pissed he could deal with.
Whining and crying, not a chance.
9. KAT
K AT SAT AT HER DESK , her mind spinning.
Lukas had revealed the true nature of what A & L did for its clients, and yet, she was stuck somewhere between being pissed off at him for lying to her, and being frustrated that he hadn't kissed her. Oh, and there was that whole issue with Marek that she needed to get off her chest. But she'd have to leave Marek for another time.
That almost-kiss had taken possession of Kat's brain, and she felt like a caged animal. The need to feel his lips on hers had been so powerful that it had taken all her strength to stop herself from curling her arms around his neck and drawing him to her.
When he'd bent his head closer, she'd been so sure he'd kiss her that she almost moaned. Thank goodness she'd had the sense not to. In the end, he'd taken a step away from her, his face looking like he'd been caught pants down with the help.
And he had been. With the help, not the pants down. Although she kind of liked the thought of him without those pants.
Get a freaking grip, Kat.
She recalled the ice in Alana's eyes when she'd caught sight of Kat inside Lukas's office. Ever since Kat had started at the firm, Alana had given her a hard time. Kat couldn't really understand why. It wasn't as if Kat was any kind of competition.
Alana was slim and confident, where Kat was curvy and booby, not to mention nerdy. Not that Kat needed the glasses. It had all been a joke in the beginning. To wear the glasses like a female Clark Kent, and hide in plain sight. Carson had been certain that just the glasses and makeup would be