Forced Proximity

Sylvia takes a steadying breath as she lifts her gaze from the folder in her hand, meeting Scott's gaze. "Business only," she agrees, "for now." She murmured extending her hand. His warm fingers close around hers, sending an electric jolt through her arm. "Good," he says, but doesn't release her hand immediately. "We leave for Shogun tomorrow to meet the Souzas." He lifted himself from his seat and crossed the room to the side table to pour himself some whiskey since he couldn't trust himself close to her. Even though there was a table between them. He continues, "The head of Gerdau wants to meet us there. I know it's customary for me to attend alone since there's no deal on the table yet, but I feel it's important to have a legal representative there with me. That's where you come in." Sylvia crosses her legs. "When is this meeting?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Tomorrow at 4 p.m.," He replied. She shut the folder, looking thoughtful. "I'll be ready," she stated confidently. Reaching into her briefcase, she produced a card and scribbled something before handing it to Scott. "You can pick me up at my residence. Since it's a new place, I hope you won't get lost finding it." Scott was tempted to ask her why she had left her parents' house, but restrained himself from doing so. He watches her lean back in her chair, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. "Now, with the business out of the way, can we talk about something other than work?" She said. Scott's brows shot up in surprise. It was his turn to cross his legs as he asked, "What would you like to discuss, Miss Benson?"