“I’m sure a man like yourself has disobeyed an order or two before.” She sniffed.
“Never.”
Her gaze flew to his to find him serious. No smile. No joking.
“A soldier always follows the commands of his superiors.”
“But you’re not in the Army any longer, Officer Burton.”
They made their way around to the front building on the training grounds and to the parking lot.
“Doesn’t matter.”
Myles’s deep voice sent a chill down her spine. She had to force herself to remember that she was pissed at him.
“My sergeant gave me an order, I’ll follow through.”
Damn military men and their honor and orders. She grew up with an Army man for a father, and Earl Sutton was as stubborn as they come.
She should have known Myles would be no different.
It must be something they drilled into them once they entered the service.
“Well, thank you for escorting me to my car,” she said haughtily. She walked around her dark sedan and stopped at the driver’s door. Using her keypad, she entered her code to unlock it. She opened the door and tossed her clipboard onto the passenger seat.
“You’re quite welcome.” Myles strolled around the vehicle toward her.
Roxxy straightened to find Myles standing behind her. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze. “Is there something else you need from me?”
She cringed on the inside, hearing the huskiness in her voice.
His eyes darkened, and she watched as he licked his lips.
Her core clenched at the sight of his tongue sneaking out.
“Look, Roxxy. I know I pissed you off, but I truly didn’t mean to.”
He had a serious look on his face, and she felt the walls she thought she had constructed, crumble.
“I would have asked the same question to anyone. It’s about safety around here. Pure and simple.”
“I…uh, I understand.” She let out a sigh and pushed a few wayward strands of hair behind her ear. “I guess I can admit I overreacted a little.”
His eyebrows rose high. “A little?”
She laughed, covering her face with her hands, her cheeks warm with humiliation. “Okay, maybe a lot.”
“How about this.” His fingers gently pried hers from her face. He stepped closer to her, just a hair’s breadth away from her. Her hands fell apart, but Myles’s larger ones still held on to hers. “Let me make it up to you. Tonight, have dinner with me.”
Her breath caught in her throat. She swallowed hard.
Should she?
Her mind raced, and she could think of about eight reasons why she shouldn’t go out with him.
“Myles, I don’t think—”
“You just said that you wanted time to speak with each SWAT member, right?” he asked. He was smooth. Real smooth.
She bit her lip and stared at him.
He nonchalantly shrugged. “You want to interview me, and you have to eat.”
Dammit, he was stroking her hand with his thumb, and it sent a rush of arousal through her body. It had been a minute since a member of the opposite sex not related to her had touched her.
“Myles—”
“You don’t eat?” he cut her off, not giving her a chance to complete her sentence. He closed the gap between them, and her breasts were pushed against the hard plane of his chest.
The scent of his cologne was like an aphrodisiac. She breathed in deeply, mesmerized by the smell of him.
“Of course I do,” she spluttered. The heat of Myles’s body radiated through his dark shirt. He’d taken off his gear after the final leg of the tryouts, leaving her to feel him.
Myles was one hundred percent all man.
She bit back a moan at the feel of his hardened chest.
Rigid abdomen…and if she didn’t know any better, she would swear he had a long flashlight hidden in his jeans pressing close to her.
