his thigh.
“Your article was crap. There were typos, grammatical
errors, and—worst of all—it bored me.”
It was like a punch to the stomach. Her reaction was to
fight back.
“It was a good article. You just don’t know how to edit.”
“Don’t push me.” He leaned toward Hanna, his height
dominating hers. She fought off the temptation to cower away.
“Then don’t cut my words.” Her heart was beating fast,
fuelled by adrenaline and indignation. “And I’ll push you if I want to.” As if
to demonstrate it, she poked her index finger into the middle of his chest.
Josh grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. “You’re
sailing close to the line. Stop acting like a child.”
“Stop treating me like one.”
His lips came crashing down on hers, his hand pulling at the
hair on the back of her head, his whole body shaking violently. He was standing
right in front of her, pulling her closer until her legs were wrapped around
his waist. She could feel he was hard already. She wondered whether he had been
like that for a while—if he had been turned on by her extreme anger. Then he
opened his mouth and slid his tongue against hers. Hanna curled her hand around
the back of his head, trying to pull him closer. She wanted to lose herself in
him.
“Am I treating you like a child now?” Josh moaned into her
mouth, causing her legs to tremble as she tried to grind herself even harder.
Inappropriate wasn’t strong enough to describe the levels they had stooped to.
Breathless, Hanna moved her head back, gasping for air as
Josh stared down at her.
“Shit.”
“Fuck.”
Her heart thumped harder. She wanted to reach out and
rearrange his hair, move it out of his eyes so she could see their piercing
blueness. His light-grey t-shirt was lopsided on his body, exposing the right hand
side of his shoulder. She felt the sudden urge to touch it.
“This is all a bit Woman of the Year isn’t it?” She
tried to bring levity to their situation.
“A bit what?” His brows dipped in confusion.
“It’s a film starring Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn.
They’re feuding journalists who eventually get marri—” Hanna stopped suddenly,
embarrassment flooding her cheeks. She looked down at the floor avoiding his
gaze and mumbled, “It doesn’t matter.”
Josh let out a short laugh, his cheeks puffing up in
amusement. “How can you annoy the shit out of me in one moment, then make me
laugh like an idiot the next?”
“Pure talent.” She managed to look up from her feet and give
him a small smile. “It’s one of my many amazing attributes.”
“It seems that way. For the record, I think you’re a hugely
talented journalist, and I have no doubt you’ll go far. But you need to be able
to listen to constructive criticism without being a bitch.”
“I know.” It was her turn to rake her fingers through her
own hair in aggravation. “When I looked at the magazine I saw red. I wanted to
rip your balls off.”
“I left you a note on your desk last week to tell you I’d
edited it down. Didn’t you see it?”
“It must have slipped off my desk. Maybe next time you could
tell me face to face?”
“If I promise, will you let me kiss you again?”
“If I let you kiss me again, will you give me the front
page?”
“No.”
“Ah, sod it. It was worth a try, though.” She grinned
impishly at him. He leaned toward her, pressing his mouth against hers. She
closed her eyes and felt their lips move together. He ran the tip of his tongue
along her lips until she parted them, inviting him in.
His hand moved to her neck, stroking down to her shoulders,
then running his index finger down her spine making her body shiver at his
touch. She let out a soft moan against his mouth, causing him to increase the
pressure of his lips and his tongue until she couldn’t think straight any more.
Six
September 3 rd 2001
S he could tell it was early from the quality
of the light streaming
“Your article was crap. There were typos, grammatical
errors, and—worst of all—it bored me.”
It was like a punch to the stomach. Her reaction was to
fight back.
“It was a good article. You just don’t know how to edit.”
“Don’t push me.” He leaned toward Hanna, his height
dominating hers. She fought off the temptation to cower away.
“Then don’t cut my words.” Her heart was beating fast,
fuelled by adrenaline and indignation. “And I’ll push you if I want to.” As if
to demonstrate it, she poked her index finger into the middle of his chest.
Josh grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. “You’re
sailing close to the line. Stop acting like a child.”
“Stop treating me like one.”
His lips came crashing down on hers, his hand pulling at the
hair on the back of her head, his whole body shaking violently. He was standing
right in front of her, pulling her closer until her legs were wrapped around
his waist. She could feel he was hard already. She wondered whether he had been
like that for a while—if he had been turned on by her extreme anger. Then he
opened his mouth and slid his tongue against hers. Hanna curled her hand around
the back of his head, trying to pull him closer. She wanted to lose herself in
him.
“Am I treating you like a child now?” Josh moaned into her
mouth, causing her legs to tremble as she tried to grind herself even harder.
Inappropriate wasn’t strong enough to describe the levels they had stooped to.
Breathless, Hanna moved her head back, gasping for air as
Josh stared down at her.
“Shit.”
“Fuck.”
Her heart thumped harder. She wanted to reach out and
rearrange his hair, move it out of his eyes so she could see their piercing
blueness. His light-grey t-shirt was lopsided on his body, exposing the right hand
side of his shoulder. She felt the sudden urge to touch it.
“This is all a bit Woman of the Year isn’t it?” She
tried to bring levity to their situation.
“A bit what?” His brows dipped in confusion.
“It’s a film starring Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn.
They’re feuding journalists who eventually get marri—” Hanna stopped suddenly,
embarrassment flooding her cheeks. She looked down at the floor avoiding his
gaze and mumbled, “It doesn’t matter.”
Josh let out a short laugh, his cheeks puffing up in
amusement. “How can you annoy the shit out of me in one moment, then make me
laugh like an idiot the next?”
“Pure talent.” She managed to look up from her feet and give
him a small smile. “It’s one of my many amazing attributes.”
“It seems that way. For the record, I think you’re a hugely
talented journalist, and I have no doubt you’ll go far. But you need to be able
to listen to constructive criticism without being a bitch.”
“I know.” It was her turn to rake her fingers through her
own hair in aggravation. “When I looked at the magazine I saw red. I wanted to
rip your balls off.”
“I left you a note on your desk last week to tell you I’d
edited it down. Didn’t you see it?”
“It must have slipped off my desk. Maybe next time you could
tell me face to face?”
“If I promise, will you let me kiss you again?”
“If I let you kiss me again, will you give me the front
page?”
“No.”
“Ah, sod it. It was worth a try, though.” She grinned
impishly at him. He leaned toward her, pressing his mouth against hers. She
closed her eyes and felt their lips move together. He ran the tip of his tongue
along her lips until she parted them, inviting him in.
His hand moved to her neck, stroking down to her shoulders,
then running his index finger down her spine making her body shiver at his
touch. She let out a soft moan against his mouth, causing him to increase the
pressure of his lips and his tongue until she couldn’t think straight any more.
Six
September 3 rd 2001
S he could tell it was early from the quality
of the light streaming
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