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direction she didnât want to go again. She needed to refocus her efforts on her career goals and keep that foremost in her mind.
Her attention wrenched back to the present when his hand grazed the side of her bare breast. Just the slightest intimate contact and her desires burst into flame again. She had to put some physical distance between herself and Ty or the next step she took would be toward his bedroom. But before she could react, Ty eased her off his lap and onto the bench seat in the hot tub. Then he fished the top of her swimsuit from the swirling water and handed it to her.
His breathing might have been under control, but his husky words were surrounded by the emotions and desires that continued to fill every corner of his consciousness. âI think it might be better for both of us if you put this back on.â
She took the piece of clothing from him. âYes, youâre right.â
Tyâs action of turning away to give her privacy while she adjusted the top of her swimsuit was not lost on Angie. The gentlemanly gesture was certainly not the type of behavior associated with a callous womanizer who had only one thing on his mind. A soft glow filled her with a tender warmth. The heated lust of moments ago had transformed into a sense of closeness. She had never been enveloped in such a total feeling of caring with Caufield, never felt the type of tenderness and warmth she felt with Ty.
The overwhelming sensation frightened her in both its hidden meanings and blatant assault on her emotions leaving her totally confused about what the future held. She knew what she wantedâa position of responsibility in her brotherâs company, something that would be a career for her. At least she thought she knew. She had made a plan and put it into action. Now she wasnât sure any longer. And the confusing factor that had been added to the equation was the very disconcerting presence of Tyler Farrell. He scared herânot physically, but most assuredly on an emotional level.
Ty handed her a filled glass and offered a reassuring smile. âWe can still enjoy the hot tub and some champagne, canât we?â He noticed the slight tremble of his hand telling him how stimulated he still was despite the fact that he knew any possibility of making love that evening was gone. Hopefully she wouldnât noticeit. The last thing he wanted was to make her more uncomfortable than she apparently already was.
She accepted the champagne and returned his smile. âOf course.â
He clinked his glass against hers, then took a sip. He eyed her carefully as she took a drink. She appeared composed on the outside, but he could see the anxiety and uncertainty in the depths of her eyes. He looked around at the scene he had stagedâchampagne, a bubbling hot tub, swimsuits which were the minimum amount of clothes they could be wearing and still be wearing something. It was a carefully prepared setting that screamed seduction and a night of passionate lovemaking.
He had invited her to his lair knowing exactly where he expected the night to go. He had used it many times, but always on very willing partners. Angie was not like other women, certainly not like the many women he dated and bedded. His sidetracked seduction attempt pulled at his emotions while inflicting feelings of guilt.
They stayed in the hot tub for half an hour, sipping champagne and valiantly attempting to ignore the sensual swirl enveloping them in desire while carrying on a casual conversation. And with each passing minute Angie became less sure about having put a stop to what had happened and more certain that making love with Ty would be ecstasy beyond anything she had ever known.
And all of her conflicting thoughts and feelings said one thing to herâshe had to get safely away from Tyler Farrell. She needed to clear her mind and think things through without the distraction of this incredibly desirable man.
Angie set her empty
Her attention wrenched back to the present when his hand grazed the side of her bare breast. Just the slightest intimate contact and her desires burst into flame again. She had to put some physical distance between herself and Ty or the next step she took would be toward his bedroom. But before she could react, Ty eased her off his lap and onto the bench seat in the hot tub. Then he fished the top of her swimsuit from the swirling water and handed it to her.
His breathing might have been under control, but his husky words were surrounded by the emotions and desires that continued to fill every corner of his consciousness. âI think it might be better for both of us if you put this back on.â
She took the piece of clothing from him. âYes, youâre right.â
Tyâs action of turning away to give her privacy while she adjusted the top of her swimsuit was not lost on Angie. The gentlemanly gesture was certainly not the type of behavior associated with a callous womanizer who had only one thing on his mind. A soft glow filled her with a tender warmth. The heated lust of moments ago had transformed into a sense of closeness. She had never been enveloped in such a total feeling of caring with Caufield, never felt the type of tenderness and warmth she felt with Ty.
The overwhelming sensation frightened her in both its hidden meanings and blatant assault on her emotions leaving her totally confused about what the future held. She knew what she wantedâa position of responsibility in her brotherâs company, something that would be a career for her. At least she thought she knew. She had made a plan and put it into action. Now she wasnât sure any longer. And the confusing factor that had been added to the equation was the very disconcerting presence of Tyler Farrell. He scared herânot physically, but most assuredly on an emotional level.
Ty handed her a filled glass and offered a reassuring smile. âWe can still enjoy the hot tub and some champagne, canât we?â He noticed the slight tremble of his hand telling him how stimulated he still was despite the fact that he knew any possibility of making love that evening was gone. Hopefully she wouldnât noticeit. The last thing he wanted was to make her more uncomfortable than she apparently already was.
She accepted the champagne and returned his smile. âOf course.â
He clinked his glass against hers, then took a sip. He eyed her carefully as she took a drink. She appeared composed on the outside, but he could see the anxiety and uncertainty in the depths of her eyes. He looked around at the scene he had stagedâchampagne, a bubbling hot tub, swimsuits which were the minimum amount of clothes they could be wearing and still be wearing something. It was a carefully prepared setting that screamed seduction and a night of passionate lovemaking.
He had invited her to his lair knowing exactly where he expected the night to go. He had used it many times, but always on very willing partners. Angie was not like other women, certainly not like the many women he dated and bedded. His sidetracked seduction attempt pulled at his emotions while inflicting feelings of guilt.
They stayed in the hot tub for half an hour, sipping champagne and valiantly attempting to ignore the sensual swirl enveloping them in desire while carrying on a casual conversation. And with each passing minute Angie became less sure about having put a stop to what had happened and more certain that making love with Ty would be ecstasy beyond anything she had ever known.
And all of her conflicting thoughts and feelings said one thing to herâshe had to get safely away from Tyler Farrell. She needed to clear her mind and think things through without the distraction of this incredibly desirable man.
Angie set her empty
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