lately.
He pushed his chair back and reached into a sideboard behind him, turning back with a bottle of wine and a corkscrew in hand.
"Don't we need to get back to work soon?"
He picked up the note of anxiety behind her words. "We're okay for time. Besides, it's practically the law in Paris to have wine with food, Sophie."
He poured claret into her glass, pleased when she didn't try to stop him. Her fingers brushed his as he raised his glass to hers.
"To Paris. And to getting my PA back." He paused, watching her eyes. "I missed your coffee."
She laughed lightly and her fingers played with the stem of her glass.
"It's good to be back," she murmured softly.
"Is it? I got the impression that it was your last resort."
She looked up at last, the laughter gone from her eyes. "It was. It is. But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate it." She swallowed a little wine and looked around the lush dining room. "Not many jobs offer perks like this." She paused, and he didn't interrupt as he sensed there was more to come. "Or bosses like you."
Interesting.
"I think you just broke your own no flirting rule."
She shrugged, and he topped up her glass.
"Am I too English for my own good, Lucien? Too repressed, too frightened to live a big life?"
He swallowed wine, giving himself time to choose his words carefully. Keeping his tone neutral, he said, "We're not in England now. You can be anything you want to be."
He knew he'd crossed a line, but she beckoned him on.
"Anything? Then I'll be a singer in a smoky Parisian bar, or a can-can girl at the Moulin Rouge."
Lucien couldn't help it. His eyes dropped to Sophie's breasts, and his cock stirred in response. She had the curves to dance at the Moulin, and the idea of her bare breasts on display made his mouth water.
He lifted his gaze to hers, and found her eyebrows arched.
"I guess I asked for that," she said, and she didn't move her hand away when Lucien placed his close to it on the table and stroked her fingertips idly.
"Paris brings out the best in you."
The tiniest of laughs escaped Sophie's throat. "What happens in Paris, stays in Paris. So Kara said, anyway."
Lucien liked the sound of that very much. "Kara's just become my second favourite lady. You should listen to her."
"I do."
She flipped her hand palm up on the table, and Lucien traced his index finger along the lifeline cut that across her palm.
"I think your rules need amending." He drew slow circles on the fleshy mound beneath her thumb. "In fact, as your boss, I think I should be the one who makes the rules around here."
"What's wrong with my rules?"
Lucien laughed softly. "They restrict me. They stop me from telling you how your curves make me hard. They stop me from kissing your neck when you sweep your hair to one side."
He had the benefit of her full, slightly breathless attention.
"But they don't stop me thinking those things, Sophie. Every time you bend over the desk, I think how much I'd like to push your skirt up around your waist. I wonder what colour knickers you're wearing, and I imagine taking them off you."
Her fingers curved around his as he stroked his thumb over the tender pulse point inside her wrist. The beat definitely kicked up several notches as she digested his words. She drew her bottom lip into her mouth and held it there, as if to stop the words she wanted to say from escaping. Was she holding in her agreement, or her rejection?
Her eyes told him what her mouth wouldn't. She wanted this every bit as much as he did . He locked his eyes onto hers. There was no turning back.
"I imagine running my hands over the tops of your stockings, then between your bare thighs, and you open them a little to invite me in. God, you're wet, Sophie. You're hot, and you're drenched, and I reach for my belt so I can..."
Lucien's phone beeped loudly on the table next to him, and Sophie jolted and snatched her hand away from his.
"Fuck." He shoved his own hand through his hair and stared at the
He pushed his chair back and reached into a sideboard behind him, turning back with a bottle of wine and a corkscrew in hand.
"Don't we need to get back to work soon?"
He picked up the note of anxiety behind her words. "We're okay for time. Besides, it's practically the law in Paris to have wine with food, Sophie."
He poured claret into her glass, pleased when she didn't try to stop him. Her fingers brushed his as he raised his glass to hers.
"To Paris. And to getting my PA back." He paused, watching her eyes. "I missed your coffee."
She laughed lightly and her fingers played with the stem of her glass.
"It's good to be back," she murmured softly.
"Is it? I got the impression that it was your last resort."
She looked up at last, the laughter gone from her eyes. "It was. It is. But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate it." She swallowed a little wine and looked around the lush dining room. "Not many jobs offer perks like this." She paused, and he didn't interrupt as he sensed there was more to come. "Or bosses like you."
Interesting.
"I think you just broke your own no flirting rule."
She shrugged, and he topped up her glass.
"Am I too English for my own good, Lucien? Too repressed, too frightened to live a big life?"
He swallowed wine, giving himself time to choose his words carefully. Keeping his tone neutral, he said, "We're not in England now. You can be anything you want to be."
He knew he'd crossed a line, but she beckoned him on.
"Anything? Then I'll be a singer in a smoky Parisian bar, or a can-can girl at the Moulin Rouge."
Lucien couldn't help it. His eyes dropped to Sophie's breasts, and his cock stirred in response. She had the curves to dance at the Moulin, and the idea of her bare breasts on display made his mouth water.
He lifted his gaze to hers, and found her eyebrows arched.
"I guess I asked for that," she said, and she didn't move her hand away when Lucien placed his close to it on the table and stroked her fingertips idly.
"Paris brings out the best in you."
The tiniest of laughs escaped Sophie's throat. "What happens in Paris, stays in Paris. So Kara said, anyway."
Lucien liked the sound of that very much. "Kara's just become my second favourite lady. You should listen to her."
"I do."
She flipped her hand palm up on the table, and Lucien traced his index finger along the lifeline cut that across her palm.
"I think your rules need amending." He drew slow circles on the fleshy mound beneath her thumb. "In fact, as your boss, I think I should be the one who makes the rules around here."
"What's wrong with my rules?"
Lucien laughed softly. "They restrict me. They stop me from telling you how your curves make me hard. They stop me from kissing your neck when you sweep your hair to one side."
He had the benefit of her full, slightly breathless attention.
"But they don't stop me thinking those things, Sophie. Every time you bend over the desk, I think how much I'd like to push your skirt up around your waist. I wonder what colour knickers you're wearing, and I imagine taking them off you."
Her fingers curved around his as he stroked his thumb over the tender pulse point inside her wrist. The beat definitely kicked up several notches as she digested his words. She drew her bottom lip into her mouth and held it there, as if to stop the words she wanted to say from escaping. Was she holding in her agreement, or her rejection?
Her eyes told him what her mouth wouldn't. She wanted this every bit as much as he did . He locked his eyes onto hers. There was no turning back.
"I imagine running my hands over the tops of your stockings, then between your bare thighs, and you open them a little to invite me in. God, you're wet, Sophie. You're hot, and you're drenched, and I reach for my belt so I can..."
Lucien's phone beeped loudly on the table next to him, and Sophie jolted and snatched her hand away from his.
"Fuck." He shoved his own hand through his hair and stared at the
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