"Did I—" I faltered. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No."
His answer came immediately, firm and unambiguous.
But he still wasn't touching me.
"Then why—"
"You did nothing wrong." He dragged a hand through his hair, and for the first time since I'd met him, Augustus Evans looked genuinely flustered. "I want you. That's not in question."
"Then what's the problem?"
He exhaled slowly. "The problem is that I started thinking."
I blinked. "You started thinking?"
"Yes."
"In the middle of—" I gestured vaguely between us. "That?"
"Unfortunately."
I couldn't help it. I laughed.
Of course Augustus Evans would let rationality override arousal. Of course he would halt mid-seduction to analyze logistics.
It shouldn't have been endearing.
It absolutely was.
"What exactly were you thinking about?" I asked.
He met my gaze. "Several things."
"Such as?"
"We haven't resolved the reporting arrangement at Ever Holdings. Technically, I'm still your direct supervisor."
"Technically."
