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She released the breath she’d drawn in and looked him dead in the eye as a small smile played about her swollen lips. “You’re right, I did.”
His heart did a little happy dance in his chest, but he blanked his face. He’d never let her see how much her words pleased him; she’d have a leg up on him if he did. He almost groaned at the remembrance of her stocking-covered leg moving against his hip moments ago.
“But this is in no way appropriate. You’re my boss. This is probably the worst thing in the history of bad things I’ve done.” She shook her head, her smile tugging down into a frown.
He reached for her and her eyes widened. Something shifted in their depths before she veiled the nameless emotion. It made him wonder just what the hell kind of bad things she’d done. He dropped his hand. No matter her concerns about their employer slash employee relationship, it in no way changed the inevitable outcome between them.
Bone-deep knowledge filtered through him. She was going to be his. In bed and out.
He turned and restarted the elevator. The doors began to open, and he picked up her briefcase to hand to her, grabbing up his own in the process.
“As your boss, I feel it only proper to warn you that this probably is a bad idea. Status quo has been upset, though, so the normal rules no longer apply.” He turned to her as the doors opened completely. “I have a feeling between you and me the rules were made to be broken anyway. I’ll pick you up at eight o’clock for supper tonight.” He turned before she could voice any dissent. He heard her gasp and left the elevator, giving Emma a nod as he started toward his office. The day was off to a fabulous start.
Chapter 7
What the hell was she doing? She’d asked herself that question from the moment Ryan had dropped his I’ll-be-at-your-house-at-eight speech in the elevator earlier. Sophie had never, ever played with fire. Watching her mother get burned time after time had eliminated Sophie’s desire to be anything more than lukewarm in relationships. Sure, she had a wonderful friendship with Gigi, but men?
Nuh-uh. She’d not found one that turned her world topsy-turvy enough to risk developing a relationship with. The way Ryan made her feel was out of her realm of experience. Beyond anything she’d felt in her life, he did things to her body and mind that were indescribable for someone of her limited experience.
The problem? She wanted more. And she wanted it with Ryan Locke. Her boss.
Damn . That was the answer to her question.
She stroked a light blush to her cheeks and smoky makeup to her eyes. She checked her handiwork and applied a light gloss. She stepped back and looked in the full-length mirror.
She’d chosen a simple, deep-brown cashmere wraparound dress that hit her right above her knees and paired it with a hot pair of chocolate-brown boots that hugged her legs all the way up to her knees. The boots added another three inches to her height and she’d need every one of those inches to bring her some measure of confidence against the awesome Mr. Locke. Hell, she’d need every advantage, no matter how slight, against his magnetism.
She peeked at the clock, noticed she had about five minutes, and knew instinctively he’d be right on time. She switched out her purse for a smaller, cream-colored one that matched her cream-colored throw coat, and she was almost done.
The doorbell rang, and a nervous smile broke out on her face. Her heart was ready to beat out of her chest.
What the hell was she doing? Same question, same answer as before. She damn near broke an ankle getting to the door. She stopped as she came to the foyer, smoothed any creases in her dress, and raised her chin.
She could do this. She licked her lips, pasted a welcoming smile on her face, and took a deep breath as she opened the door.
It wasn’t Ryan.
She immediately went to slam the door, only to have the man stick his hand through and push it open,
She released the breath she’d drawn in and looked him dead in the eye as a small smile played about her swollen lips. “You’re right, I did.”
His heart did a little happy dance in his chest, but he blanked his face. He’d never let her see how much her words pleased him; she’d have a leg up on him if he did. He almost groaned at the remembrance of her stocking-covered leg moving against his hip moments ago.
“But this is in no way appropriate. You’re my boss. This is probably the worst thing in the history of bad things I’ve done.” She shook her head, her smile tugging down into a frown.
He reached for her and her eyes widened. Something shifted in their depths before she veiled the nameless emotion. It made him wonder just what the hell kind of bad things she’d done. He dropped his hand. No matter her concerns about their employer slash employee relationship, it in no way changed the inevitable outcome between them.
Bone-deep knowledge filtered through him. She was going to be his. In bed and out.
He turned and restarted the elevator. The doors began to open, and he picked up her briefcase to hand to her, grabbing up his own in the process.
“As your boss, I feel it only proper to warn you that this probably is a bad idea. Status quo has been upset, though, so the normal rules no longer apply.” He turned to her as the doors opened completely. “I have a feeling between you and me the rules were made to be broken anyway. I’ll pick you up at eight o’clock for supper tonight.” He turned before she could voice any dissent. He heard her gasp and left the elevator, giving Emma a nod as he started toward his office. The day was off to a fabulous start.
Chapter 7
What the hell was she doing? She’d asked herself that question from the moment Ryan had dropped his I’ll-be-at-your-house-at-eight speech in the elevator earlier. Sophie had never, ever played with fire. Watching her mother get burned time after time had eliminated Sophie’s desire to be anything more than lukewarm in relationships. Sure, she had a wonderful friendship with Gigi, but men?
Nuh-uh. She’d not found one that turned her world topsy-turvy enough to risk developing a relationship with. The way Ryan made her feel was out of her realm of experience. Beyond anything she’d felt in her life, he did things to her body and mind that were indescribable for someone of her limited experience.
The problem? She wanted more. And she wanted it with Ryan Locke. Her boss.
Damn . That was the answer to her question.
She stroked a light blush to her cheeks and smoky makeup to her eyes. She checked her handiwork and applied a light gloss. She stepped back and looked in the full-length mirror.
She’d chosen a simple, deep-brown cashmere wraparound dress that hit her right above her knees and paired it with a hot pair of chocolate-brown boots that hugged her legs all the way up to her knees. The boots added another three inches to her height and she’d need every one of those inches to bring her some measure of confidence against the awesome Mr. Locke. Hell, she’d need every advantage, no matter how slight, against his magnetism.
She peeked at the clock, noticed she had about five minutes, and knew instinctively he’d be right on time. She switched out her purse for a smaller, cream-colored one that matched her cream-colored throw coat, and she was almost done.
The doorbell rang, and a nervous smile broke out on her face. Her heart was ready to beat out of her chest.
What the hell was she doing? Same question, same answer as before. She damn near broke an ankle getting to the door. She stopped as she came to the foyer, smoothed any creases in her dress, and raised her chin.
She could do this. She licked her lips, pasted a welcoming smile on her face, and took a deep breath as she opened the door.
It wasn’t Ryan.
She immediately went to slam the door, only to have the man stick his hand through and push it open,
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