He went very still.
He thought about the zipper, then the room and about Richard at the other end of the dinner table and even the IRS interview in eight days and the investment paperwork with two signatures outstanding.
He thought about all of those things in approximately one second.
Anything to make his mind wonder away.
It didn't work.
His body made a decision his brain hadn't authorized.
He felt himself go hard against her.
'Fuck,' he thought, with the clarity of a man who has run out of options.
Diana's voice came from in front of him, from the mirror, her eyes finding his in the reflection.
"What," she said, "are you doing."
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"Helping you with your zipper," Ryan said, refusing to be intimidated by the question. "What else."
Diana held his gaze in the mirror for a moment. Her expression was unreadable as it showed she was deciding what it should be.
Then something shifted — like warmth, but more a decision to move past whatever the last ten seconds had been.
